Yeah but hating somebody is usually what prevents one from moving on. Bojack was actually amazing in helping me frame my own trauma, especially with regards to parental figures. Hopefully not indulging in my own life experience too much, I would like to assert that so long as the hatred for the parent who abused and abandoned me burned white hot I could not help but treat their figure as anything but a tortured deity always haunting my presence. I couldn’t move on until I stop hating the image of the tyrant, until I saw nothing but an impotent, lacking subject caught In the vicissitudes of their own imposture.