I hated my sister. It sounds harsh and cruel and something that you wouldn't think I'd admit. I mean, who wants to say something like that, when it makes me sound like a complete bitch? The reality is that I was, undeniably and wholeheartedly, a complete bitch. I actually remember the first time I was angry with her. I'm not sure what she did or said, but I remember we were at my grandparents house. The feeling started in my chest -- it was burning and swelling. Then it spread throughout my body and caused me to tense every muscle. Distinctly, I remember hating her, but also hating that feeling. I never wanted to feel that way again. Little did I know, that initial seed would grow over time, rooting in my veins and blossoming in my mind. The mind is the worst place for hatred to thrive because it controls how you perceive and how you react to things. When we were eight/nine, I remember her & her friend cut the hair off of all of our old Barbie dolls at our grandpar...