gamerdad There is a grim sort of horror to be found in the depths of toxic relationships that is amplified the victimhood of the invisible trauma unwitnessed by friends and family, cutting a sometimes familiar path across ancient memories repressed by time and distance. Not everything, mind. Not even most of it, or even a lot of it, but enough that after four episodes I needed a break for some weeks to process and work up courage to cap off the series. Weird, huh? You don’t even think about these things for goddamn thirty years and then pop you’re all like well, now shut the front door.