Here I am again, trying to deal with resentment. I knew this would happen if I tried to assert my boundaries with my sister. At our little get together with Mom, my sister went after my husband and son.

I knew she was angry at me. She barely made eye contact. Then she gave my son a ride to the restaurant and sat next to my husband at the table. At least I'd prepared with him. I told him I really needed his help to get through this. So, before he sat down, he flashed me a look and I nodded.

She alluded to a secret she had with my son. The dart hits near the scar of another time. She repeated something my son had said then made a big deal about, "Oh no! I just I just spilled a big secret." Because I hadn't heard it yet.

I knew it wasn't a secret. My son doesn't do that to me. But my sister wouldn't hear that. She liked her version better.

My guilty secret is that I feel Schadenfreude toward her. I take pleasure that her son gets exasperated with her. I feel a thrill when she puts her daughter in law down. Maybe they'll see what I see.

Then, I hope that doesn't happen, because she'll be mine all mine again. The kicker is that I know if I tell her one negative thing about my feelings, it'll literally make her crazy.

So, I rescue her and I'm a hero, or I protect my boundaries and I'm the villain. Is there another alternative that I'm missing?