I've had moments when I've said " I hate so and so!" but really, it's what they are doing or not doing that I actually hate, not the person.
I'm not a hateful person. Hate is a poisonous and destructive form of anger. I don't have the energy or will to hold onto or breed that state of mind.
Unfortuneately, some people are unwilling to deal with their anger which lets hate grow in all its incidious ways, and they end up abusing others - innocent bystanders who end up being scapegoats.
After all my father has done to me and my mother - I don't hate him. I get really angry about the fall out of what he's done and not done, but I deal with it by punching the shit out of a heavy bag, walking, writing poetry and sketching my emotions. I also cry and have the odd nervous breakdown. Most importantly, I've channeled the energy into changing the viscious cycle to make life better for my own children, and for myself, as well as helping others due to the fact that I understand the emotions involved.
I remember growing up and listening about my brother's accident. In my eyes - it was no accident because the driver of the streetcleaner that dragged and ran him over in front of me, was hungover. I was hateful at the driver, who had a heart attack when someone told him he was dragging a child. Mom and I were there watching while Craig (5yrs old, and I was 3) laid in a heap and the medics helping the driver. I swore that I would find that man when I was old enough and kill him. I was serious. It wasn't until I was about 14 that I realized that this man was so upset he had a heart attack, and lived, with the memory of what he had done. There is no greater punishment. It no doubt ruined his life, as he was a man who cared. I now feel great pity for him and his family. If he is still alive, he would be in his 80s or 90s. I wish I could've searched him out earlier - but not to kill him - to tell him I forgive him, and hug him.
Mimilly