I was angry at my dad for a long time because he remarried without telling me. I found out from my best friend (whose dad is my dad’s best friend). I didn’t hate him, though, and it was years before I told him how incredibly pissed off I was about the whole thing.
I hate my father. I want to not hate him because it does me no good, but I haven’t yet learned to let it go. He is the only person in my life I’ve ever hated.
I love my parents and adore my daughter beyond words.
My Dad sure hated his Dad, though.
I love my parents dearly, though sometimes I find them rather annoying - I think they would say the same about me. I also adore my daughter, and think she loves me too. My grandma, however, resents me because I resemble her mother, whom she hated for many reasons ( I don’t hate her, for the record - I just wish she would stop suffering so much over every little thing and blaming everyone but herself for her problems). She also tends to pick fights with the younger of her two daughters, my mom. Every so often Mom will say something and Grandma will latch onto it and blow it out of proportion, escalating it into a major showdown which culminates with Grandma walking out in a huff and not calling or visiting again for days. Of course, she never does that to any of my uncles or my aunt, who is in a nursing home and has been emotionally beyond her reach for years.
Sounds like something he would say, but I think I got one of his speeches confused with a scene in Perelandria.
I love my father in a very abstract sense - I’m supposed to love him, so I say I do, but my feelings for him are closer to what I’d have to a close acquaintance/distant friend. When I hang out with him we mostly talk about our businesses/work and compare notes on childrearing. I really do love my mother, but don’t like to hang out with her. My relationship with her is incredibly complicated and marked by a combination of guilt, love, disappointment and resignation.
I love both my children passionately, but my son and I have been butting heads a lot lately. I don’t dislike him - exhaustion would more adequately describe my feelings toward him right now. I’ll never stop loving either of them, but I’ve never known inner conflict and emotional turmoil like I have since I’ve had children.
I don’t hate my mother, I love her in a very obligated sort of way – but I do resent her. I spent my first few years with my wonderful grandmother, whom I do consider my actual “mother,” and when my biological mother did show up to claim me, she dragged me into a lifestyle I was very uncomfortable with and subjected me to a life with a guy I did hate. I still keep my biological mother at arm’s length – I will never really feel like her daughter, although I try not to hurt her feelings. I think she thinks everything’s hunky-dory now, but I don’t trust her at all to support me emotionally if I really needed it – I have to get that from others. Maybe not what you were looking for, but thanks for letting me vent.
To get back to the original question, my 97-year old aunt still hates her parents. In fact, when she turned 70, she wrote my grandparents and each of her siblings letters explaining exactly why she hated them, and telling each of them it would be the last time they ever heard from her. And it was. Each time one of them died, we’d get a message to her, and her response was basically, “I can understand why you felt you should tell me that, but you shouldn’t have bothered.”
She’s now outlived all of them (her last sibling just died) and she still won’t talk about any of them. Her relationship with her own daughter is so acrimonious that the daughter only calls her about once every three months, just to make sure she’s still alive.
Ditto this.
I am saddened to inform you that you mispelled that last word. You need more coffee. See to it.
On the relatively rare occasions I think about my father, I still hate him. What I hate most is that, because of him, I have no contact with the rest of my family.
I seem to have a fairly high capacity for hate, there’s a good few other people I’d say I hate. I’ll not say it’s a good thing, but it only negatively affects my life when I’ve no-one around to love. Fortunately, that’s been rare in recent years.
That is alot of years wasted on hate.
It’s also a lot of years wasted by other family members in trying to figure out what set her off, trying to build bridges with her, trying to get some sense of family history from the oldest living relative, trying to reconnect with someone who seemed nice when we were kids, being forced by her to choose between her or everyone else, and so on.
If you think hate is just a personal thing between the hater and hatee, you’re wrong.
I know this is joke, but I do want to address this just in case someone is misled.
In context, Luke 14:26 seems to be about unbelieving family. It’s saying that, if you truly love Jesus, you will be willing to leave your family to follow him. After that, he goes into counting the cost, so apparently he’s saying that you should consider whether you can do this before you decide to follow him.
That’s my interpretation, you can read the entire section for yourself. Other translations are also available there.
I hated my father because he basically hated everyone except my mother; he is now D & G and I no longer actively hate him but the hate is barely beneath the surface.