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Am I the A whole?

Would I be the a cole public?

And it's by user excellent fee thirty ten.

Am I the A hole for telling my parents that I will take them to the cleaners.

The people I will mention in this are my mom Jen fifty, my stepdad Brian fifty six, my brother Tom twenty three, and my sister Ruth twenty six.

I am twenty seven.

For background, Jen and Brian have been together since I was eleven.

Well, I say that, but eleven is the age I became aware of their relationship as she asked if we would be okay with him moving into the family home.

Prior to this, she never mentioned dating anyone, and we had never spent any time with Brian.

None of our immediate relatives ever mentioned him to us either.

The day Jen asked us, Ruth was set next to me and asked to be excused to her bedroom.

Tom was not home to have any input.

I was stuck by myself with Jen, who did not seem to understand how she completely blindsided us.

She had no interest in answering my question about why she had not told us.

Her only interest was knowing if we accepted this stranger moving in.

Brian moved in the following week.

After Brian moved in, there were several times where both he and Jen threatened to move away without me, Tom and Ruth.

They would say, if you don't like it, we they We'll get a new house and start over.

This threat could be in relation to something like Brian telling me I shouldn't be anywhere in the house except for my bedroom and me standing up for myself.

I used to get called stupid by Brian a lot if I did something he didn't like, such as finished my homework before going to dinner.

He would say, only someone this stupid would think to eat first.

Any grievance I had with Brian was never acknowledged by Jen.

If I raised an isse with her, she would deflect and change the subject.

Brian would cause a lot of problems, knowing that there were no consequences for him.

Brian never concealed the fact that he wanted Jen and only Jen.

We were her baggage that he only had to put up with for so many more years, Tom, Ruth and I were no longer taken on family holidays.

The last one we got to go on was when I was my godmother's bridesmaid and she had a destination wedding.

I was ten.

Jen and Brian would go on three holidays a year without us.

Living under that rufe was the loneliest I had ever felt.

The second I became of age, I bought my first apartment and moved on.

No more Brian, no more Gen.

Tom and Ruth wanted to come with me, but Jen wouldn't allow it, and honestly I don't know how I was to fight for them.

I was working long shifts, sometimes nights.

Though Ruth was a year younger than me, Tom was not.

I doubt a court would have appointed a fresh eighteen year old as the guardian with Jen in the picture.

One thing I did leave in Gen's care was my valuable book collection.

I won't disclose exactly how much it is worth, but it is in the seven figure range.

Some of these books were my inheritance.

I was always told that they are to be looked after, never to be played with, and has to be stored correctly.

I couldn't do that in my apartment, so Jen continued to keep them for me.

I had no reason to distrust her with them.

Earlier today, I called Tom as I was traveling home from seeing a friend.

Tom mentioned that he had gone to Jen's house to collect some things.

Because he was there, I asked Tom to find out if Jen had managed to get the remainder of my books authenticated.

She and I had spoken about doing so a few weeks prior.

Tom asked Brian about my books, and then Brian laughed and said what books My books?

Tom said, no, Op's books that you have been looking after.

Brian then repeated my books, listening to this through Tom's headphone, so I told him to get Brian to clarify.

Tom asked Brian what he meant by his books.

Brian said they are ours now we bought them.

My heart sank the moment I heard him say that Jen was not home.

I tried calling her, no answer.

Eventually she called me back a couple of hours later, but not before Brian called me a pathetic liar and also spoke ill of Ruth and made claim to her books, which she had in fact sold years ago, still insisting mine were also his property.

To confirm I never sold anyone a single book.

They did not buy me any books.

All the books in my collection are to be sold at a future date or passed down to my children.

Brian and Jen never gave me a single penny, so I can confirm this is not the case.

Jen was unwilling to confront him about it.

I am not allowing them to steal part of my children's inheritance.

Jen agreed that she never b my books, but Brian refuses to give them back to me.

I told Jen that her inadequacy as a parent, failure to repriment Brian over the years, and her lack of love for her own children has meant this moment was a long time coming.

I said something along the lines of you neglected me.

You allowed him to take my happiness away for years.

You let him walk all over me.

I will not let you steal from my children.

If this is how it has to be, I will take you to the cleaners.

I will report you both for theft.

I will sue you for everything I can.

I will cut you out of my life again.

You mean nothing to me.

I am not in need of legal advice on this.

I have a lawyer.

I just want to know if I was out of line for what I said to Jen.

I was very emotional at the time.

Thank you.

If you read all of this will be the only question I would have in order to know how to judge you would be is it true or not?

And it sounds like it is so everything you said was well deserved.

So no, I don't think you're an a whole.

I think that this confrontation, as you said, was a long time coming.

You've had to endure this a hole's abuse, your mom's neglect, and all of the other crap that you three were put through over the years since you were eleven.

So no, Opie, I don't think you're the a hole.

If you need to take them to the cleaners, please do so.

And what do you guys think?

Let me know in the comments section, and now let's check out the community comments.

Blue Topaz eighty three says, I don't think you were out of line.

They were sucky parents.

You told the truth.

I have to ask, though, is it documented that the books were left directly to you?

Do you have a copy?

And Opie responds, I do.

I have payment receipts for the authentications, as I have to send them abroad to get them done.

I keep a spreadsheet so I can update it.

Everything has been paid for by me and I can prove my ownership.

I also have messages from Jen where we discuss my collection, including the number of books, their names, value, et cetera.

Wendy in Phoenix says, I would take the documents to the police station and ask them to provide an escort while you get your property back from your previous home.

Don't give any warning that you are going to do this.

And Opie response, You're actually required to give notice about collecting property because it is called a breach of peace and access has to be given by those living at the property.

In the case of this being theft, they could retrieve it for me with a warrant, but then it would probably become evidence civil versus criminal.

Godess from Cyprus says, not the ahole, Make that police report and ask your lawyer to do something to stop him getting rid of them, as he sounds vindictive.

Do it now, not tomorrow, take them to the cleaners and then some all out of chef Wingham says, not the ahole, obviously, but I think we all want to hear some backstory about how a teenager acquired a seven figure book portfolio.

Assuming we're not talking Pakistani rupees or something, and OPI response, I think I mentioned above mostly inheritance.

I added to my collection over the years.

I wasn't a teenager when I inherited them, I was a child.

Due to me being a child, Jen had physical care of them, but I was allowed to see them at any time, and she respected my wishes when it came to them.

When I got my first job at sixteen, I had them valued by an appraiser.

The values of books, especially the kind I have appreciate over time.

I'm from the UK, Great Britain.

Pounds and spinner of yarn says, not the a whole.

I think you handled it appropriately.

I saw your comment that you can prove the books are yours, that no one else bought them, that Gen's holding on to them for you, et cetera.

I hope you get what you're owned and that they get what they deserve.

All right, Well, the community agrees that Ope is not the a whole and Opie can definitely prove ownership of her books.

So let's move on to the update to see how this story ends.

I am so so sorry for leaving things so long.

I was busy with the situation then traveling, and I thought it would be best to lead things until it was fully resolved.

It has been a little over two weeks, but it has felt like an eternity.

I'll start off by saying there is good news and bad news.

The good news is I got my books back, all of them unscathed.

They are physically in my possession and will remain in my care indefinitely.

The bad news I did not take Jen and Brian to the cleaners.

Ultimately, my goal was to get my books back.

I have a mixed collection.

First edition books and rare and valuable comics make up the majority.

No matter the route I had to take to do so, I'm sure you'll mostly agree that it was a good outcome either way, even if I am not suing my parents.

After speaking with Tom, I had already contacted my lawyer to set things in motion.

They had advised that they would contact Jen and Brian as a matter of urgency.

Not long after speaking with me, Jen had contacted Ruth to try and convince her to get me to speak with her.

It was only going to be her attempt to get me to back down.

I do not bluff.

She knows this, Ruth said, She told Jen that she hopes I do follow through with things, and then she ended the call.

Jen tried to call back.

Ruth ignored her side note on Ruth and her books, she mentioned selling some to Jen and Brian years ago, maybe ten now.

She didn't want to sell them, but she needed the money to move out.

The only way Brian was going to allow Jen to give money to Ruth was in exchange for some books.

If I had known at the time, I would have given her the money myself.

I found out years later there are boxes of books that belonged to Ruth still in the room.

She said she will keep them there for now.

I will help her to move them when the time comes.

The ones Jen and Brian bought were removed long ago to his own storage.

Anyways, then it was Tom's turn.

Jen tried to get Tom to talk to me and Ruth.

Jen was still in agreement that my books were mine, but Brian still was not having any of it.

Jen was not putting him in his place.

Tom said he agreed with what I was doing.

I was told that Brian was shouting obscenities about me in the background, things like O ngrateful bitch, you get the picture.

Tom told me they deserve it and so much more.

My lawyer had contacted them on my behalf two days later.

All contact with me was to go through the firm from then on.

This is what Jen told me happened after they were contacted as I was packing up.

It was a one sided discussion.

She told Brian that he needed to stop trying to claim my books.

If he was intent on keeping them, he needed to make me an offer of their current value plus thirty percent, but if I said no, it means no.

How honorable of her, Brian was still adamant he didn't need to offer me anything because the books already belonged to them and I won't be getting anything.

He also did not seem to think that I would win a legal battle against them, despite Jen confirming I had everything that meant they were guaranteed to lose.

A couple more days later, my lawyer said that Jen reached out to them on her own and said that she wanted me to retrieve all of my books.

I had already made them aware that Brian was an issue because of his presence in the family home, but she assured them that he would be gone for the whole day out of the city some days ago.

I arranged for suitable transportation for the books to my house.

A few days ago.

I went to collect the books.

When I got to the family home, Brian's carr was not in the garage or front patio, which they always are whenever he is home, so I proceeded into the house.

I know he would have tried to provoke me, even though I am not a violent person, because he wants to have a way to make me squirm.

I walked right past Jen and went to where the books were.

Brian has never been granted access by Jen, so they were perfectly secure, and I loaded them all into the van.

It took a while.

Brian won't notice they're gone because he has never been able to get into that room, and Jen probably won't say anything even if she does.

Neither of them know my address and about the room.

It is a little difficult to explain how the room is, but the door is a heavyweight security door.

It has a smart lock, and Brian never got access to it.

Imagine a more regular looking safe room.

I think that is the easiest way to explain it.

Entering the room triggers the security system, like going home and having to put the alarm code in.

Jen never needed to use this room once we got older, so Ruth and I were permitted to change the code.

Anyway.

Jen was talking to me throughout, trying to get me to sit with her, to speak like adults.

She was saying cliche things like she regrets how she treated me and blah blah blah.

If she had said all of this years ago, maybe I would have listened.

But even now I had to retrieve my own possessions in secret because she couldn't stand up for me as she should have.

Her words are empty.

I did not say a word the entire time.

My lawyer said everything that needed to be said, including that as long as Jen and Brian do not try to falsely make claim to my books, the matter was resolved once they were returned to my custody.

Once I finished loading everything, I returned my keys to the family home.

Jen tried to convince me to keep them, but I have no intent of returning there.

The truth is that place stopped being the family home the day Brian moved in.

I have zero happy memories of it.

My old room makes me sad to think about because it is a constant reminder that it was the only place I was permitted to be even writing these hurts, I needed my parent to look out for me.

She failed in all other aspects apart from these books.

I wish Jen had loved me like a parent should.

But yes, I have my books back.

That's a good outcome.

She and Brian have their own child now.

They got their wish, and I hope it was worth it.

It was never really my parent, and Brian made it clear that we would not get anything from him once he dies, not that we expected or wanted anything.

He would say, my children will get everything I have.

You are not my children.

Your mother will probably leave you something, but she will need to provide for our children first.

Such a lovely man.

Jen once told me that she wouldn't add to their biological children to her will because Brian will leave them everything he has.

Either way it goes, I'll be okay.

She also put me in therapy when I was a teenager, and I still do sessions now.

Seeing her face as I left made me feel empty.

She looked sad, but I felt mostly nothing.

Now I feel something.

I will request some sessions with my therapist.

Closure is best.

Thank you for the earlier support on the previous post.

That is all from me.

Well, OPI, Jen made her choice and she chose Brian.

Of course Jen sucks, but the good thing is that you have your books back and you don't have to go back there anymore.

So here's wishing you the best.

Ope.

Thanks so much for sharing and take care and now let's finish this video with a mood booster post.

This post is from the subreddit malicious compliance and it's by user consistent Shoe ninety six oh two.

Boss yells at me for following instructions and tells me to do the opposite next time, which bagfires.

About twenty years ago, I used to work as an office assistant at a small company where we would receive orders from clients and then we would assign the work to one of our freelancers, who were well compensated and respectable professionals.

My boss was such a professional herself, and when possible, she would assigned that work to her.

I accepted the minimum wage job because she told me I could sometimes get tasks assigned as a freelancer with the nice freelancer compensation, that she would personally train me and that in less than a year, I would most likely be promoted to a regular freelancer and make very good money.

This sounded like a great career path to my young and naive ears.

One of the things she had told me in the very beginning was that when you take over an order, you become like a project manager for that order.

You need to make sure that the freelancer would finish the work on time, as the work was usually time sensitive.

Additionally, she loved going on long lectures about how she is paying me minimum wage for me to use my brain and figure things out when necessary.

These lectures were mainly a vehicle for her to stroke her own ego by explaining to her employees how our brains were not as smart as hers.

One day, our biggest corporate client had placed a large order that was due on a Monday by noon, and we had assigned the task to my boss to do over the weekend.

It was Monday morning, time was ticking and my boss hadn't arrived at the office.

The client had called to see if we are going to provide the work soon, as it was urgent.

I called half an hour later, in texted her no answer or reply while noon was fast approaching, so I called her landline at home.

Her husband picked up, told me she wasn't home, and I explained very briefly why I was trying to get hold of her.

Less than an hour before noon, my boss called, furious that I had been so insistent on getting a hold of her that I had created a state of stress and emergency at her house.

Her home number was for emergencies only, and this wasn't an emergency.

It's not professional to call people when they are not at work.

She told me she got everything under control and she was now sending the work to the client directly.

When she arrived at the office, she gave me a big scolding in person and told me that I needed to hound other freelancers, but not her.

She said it was her business and she got everything handled.

She knew all the clients and they were clients speakers of her.

She looked me in the eye and told me, if I take over a task, it's not your task anymore.

It's my task.

You don't need to bother me with reminders.

You just give me the instructions from the client and I'll handle everything myself.

From that point on, your job is done.

I never miss deadlines.

If the client calls, you tell them I'm on it, and you don't call or text me about it.

Fair enough.

I apologized for this stress and repeated the new instructions back to her for confirmation.

She was very happy with that and confirmed I had understood everything.

She once more gave me her favorite lecture about how she is paying me minimum wage for me to use my brain, with a lot of condescending examples of how she always uses her brain unlike us normal workers.

I could only nod along as if her narcissistic grant was actually teaching anybody anything.

About a month or so later, another client comes in with an order.

I accepted it.

My boss was available to handle it, so I forwarded everything to her, and I considered my work in regards to that order done as instructed.

On the day of the deadline, I was on vacation and was hiking in a remote area with spotty cell coverage.

The other office assistant called me and told me the client had called the office to check if the work was ready.

I told my colleague that our boss was on it and that we didn't need to worry as our boss was going to handle it, and that my clear instructions were to tell the client our boss was personally on it the task would be done by the deadline, and explicitly not call our boss to remind her of the deadline.

Then, since I was on vacation, I needed to conserve my battery and everything at the office was handled.

I switched off my phone, and approaching deadline that my boss had to meet was explicitly not an emergency.

Also, I had recently realized that my boss had knowingly misled me about the career opportunities this job was affording me, so I wasn't going to be on call on my rare day off while I was hiking without a care in the world.

My boss had managed to forget about the deadline.

By the time she realed she had missed it, the office was closed.

My boss had urgently finished the work, but it turned out she didn't know the clients so well as she didn't have their contact details.

As the order was in the office and my phone was off, she had to go there herself, fetch it and use the contact details to deliver the work late.

This was particularly embarrassing as my colleague had informed the client our boss was personally doing the work for them when I came back to work.

It was pandemonium.

She screamed at me, but I simply pointed out that everything I had done was following her instructions.

Why did you do this you told me to?

Why didn't you do that you told me not to?

She was fuming, but she knew I was correct and I had acted exactly as instructed.

She also screamed at me for my phone being off, but I said I needed to conserve my battery for emergencies, and this was clearly not an emergency, and I am not on call on vacation anyway.

Malicious can clients further wind?

Right?

Well, narcissists never accept the blame, and she had an idea of how to shift the blame to me.

After all, but you didn't provide me with the client's contact details with the order assignment, how could I have delivered them the work?

It was your fault for not providing me with all the information.

I pointed out that she told me she knew all the clients personally, but if she had used her brain like she is constantly telling us to, she could have easily noticed that the order instructions were on the client's letterhead, with all their contacted details spelled out on every single page, bottom and top.

Now that was a huge slab to her fragile ego, and remembering her face in that moment still makes me smile.

Needless to say I was fired, of course I didn't mind.

Don't you just love happy endings?

Yes?

I do, and actually breaking a narcissist's spirit like that would be fantastic.

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