I hate my sister

I hate my older sister. Not like you hate your alarm going off on your day off. This is a visceral hate. Despite this deep seeded hatred, I actually feel sorry for her. Because not only do I hate her, her kids don't care for her much either. 3 of them have already moved across the continent from her, and I'm sure the 4th would also if he were able to, might happen soon enough anyways. But, something I've never told her before, our father hated her too. He had love for her, but, only the umbilical residue leftover from her being his first born. I don't remember exactly what brought the conversation about, I'm sure I was talking to him about, one of the countless times, she had lied to me or ripped me off in some way, I could do a Ted talk about all of the shit she's done. I'll paraphrase here, but he told me that he hated her. I mean the person she was at her core. He said she was a never to be trusted, a thief, a liar, and probably the most manipulative person on the planet. Dad's been gone 16 years as of next week. But, if he were still around, I know the last 16 years wouldn't have done a thing to change his mind about her