Do you, fellow abuse survivors, hate abusers?

I think I'm conflicted as to whether I love or hate my abusers. All of them, without exception, were family or close friends. One minute, I will remember some memory from an association, and am fine with forgiveness and unconditional love, then the next minute I will remember abuse, and am filled with a lot of rage and bitterness. I wish I could reconcile the two.

I don't hate them... I just never want to remember them again. I never want to be reminded. I want to pretend it never happened. It works, sometimes. I can't hate them, though. Hatred doesn't help me. Hatred is so much energy. I have so little energy. It's less energy to forget.