After countless fights with Sam, Tara finally goes to therapy, getting too comfy, too quick. Sometimes it felt like she was your therapist by the amount of personal questions that spews out of her mouth.

Don’t get me started on your texts… she clearly doesn’t understand professionalism. The occasional gossip dump was normal from her.

“So like… you have a wife or something?” she chuckles awkwardly in your next session. You were unfazed at this point, although formality is slipping slowly.