My mother called me with terrible news: my dad had a heart attack. I took my husband, and went to my parents' house — although I didn't want to see the members of this "family" at all. Now, quick background: I (29F) am the older sister. My mother literally HATES me (this is not an exaggeration). She loved only my younger sister Clara. All my gifts were given to her. At 14, I cleaned the cafeteria, saved up for my dream dress — my mother snatched it from my hands and gave it to Clara. Only my dad