I was having a conversation with my parents about relationships. As I felt my father hammering home the fact that people just need to be happy over and over again, I tilted my head to the side, thought a little and then blurted out, “That’s a crock!” Hear me out, because he probably looked at me the same exact way you are as you read this. But as I listened to my father talk about how important it is to be happy and that people have to do what makes them happy, I thought to myself, “What happens in relationships when you’re not happy?” Is it over then? Is it over at the moment you are unhappy or is there a certain allotted amount of unhappy before you’re privileged to move on? The idea that you have to be so obsessed with your “happiness” in a relationship made me realize that “happy” is so self-serving.