“We are doing much better, but old habits die hard,” says Sara.
They went to therapy at one point and are finally at a place where they can listen to each other before reacting.
As the two women formed a friendship, Tegan’s pitch became more desperate, more aggressive. “Nobody likes me,” she sings as if working out her next move, “maybe if I cry…” Sara, meanwhile, was battling her own anxieties.
“We were talking hours and hours a day and sending hundreds and hundreds of texts and e-mails, and spending all this money on trips, and there would be times where I would pull away and just ask her, ‘Why? She was waking up in cold sweats after nightmares about the responsibilities of homeownership and domestic life.
“Ostensibly, I was excited,” Tegan explains of her newfound freedom.