“Happy.” He said it like it was a filthy word. “Is your husband happy? Every day? Some days? What is happy? What is being happy in a relationship? Are you happy? Such a stupid word. What the fuck is happy?” “It’s not that complicated. You either like living with someone or you don’t. You either like the commitment part or you don’t. Maybe you don’t like the commitment part any more than she does, but she was the first one to say it out loud and now you are acting all indignant, but it’s really what you want, too.”
