I don't hate anyone, but I do hate things that they've done.

Mom: I hate how she raised me. I hate that I don't trust her, or love her, or feel any affection towards her. I hate that I don't understand how a loving relationship should actually feel because I never had one. I hate the expectations that were put on me, and I hate the double-standards. I hate that I was not allowed to properly express myself, and and I hate that everything that was ever important for me was shut down.

Dad: I hate that he doesn't stand up for anyone. I hate that he just goes "That's how your mom is" or other such things that are telling me to passively let it happen.

Younger Brother: I hate that he is such a horrible person to myself and my parents. I hate that he blames me for all of his problems when the only thing I ever actually did to him was keep MYSELF out of trouble because I know how to keep my own mouth shut. I hate that be is so abusive and such a liar. Etc etc.

Older brother: I hate that he is like our Dad, and that he never even tried to have a relationship with us until after he had his own kids.

Older sister: This is the person I am closest to actually hating. I hate that she never wanted a single thing to do with us. I hate that she's racist. I hate that she ignored my existence. I hate that she had the most influential role in my life when I was little... I hate that I looked up to her so much and that all I wanted from her was love... and that I never got it.

Grandma's on both sides of my family: I hate that we were nothing to them. I hate that they never tried to build a real relationship with us. I hate that they never wanted to spend time with us when our parents weren't around.