Love/hate, hate/love. Like for mama.
She loved him, she hated him. Couldn't live with him, couldn't live without him.
Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins.
If I must, I'll take you a piece at a time.
— If he took care of you when you were little, wky do you hate him? What did he do to you?
— Your dad, raised me. He made me who I am. Now, you ask why if I hate him. Well, it's hard to hate the person who made you what you are. You just end up hating yourself. The truth is I would like to hate your dad, I really would. It would make things a lot easier. But, you can't hate someone who you loved for so long.