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It's almost certain if you tell me your story expecting me to agree with you or wanting me to sympathize with what happened to you, you'll be disappointed. That's because your story's OK with me. When I listen to your story, you won't be filing a police report. I'm not interested in who's to blame. The way it turned out is the way it turned out. There's no point in manipulating the way it turned out or in spin doctoring the way it turned out or in trying to get justice (at best) or in trying to get revenge (at worst) because that's the way it turned out.
Any story that's a problem (or, spoken with rigor, any story that's about a problem) could be handled by listening for what the problem is, then fixing the problem. Fixing is one way of doing it, although its efficiency in the long term is dubious at best. Fixing would be like replacing one section of an infested floorboard while the termites go unnoticed stealthily devouring their way through the entire foundation of the house. I'll listen but not coming from fixing. If you tell me a story I'll listen from within another context, from within another frame of reference.
Your story tells of a complaint, of a racket, of a problem. Any problem is a problem not because of what happened but because what happened eclipses, overshadows who you really are. If there's going to be a resolution to the problem in your story, paradoxically it won't be found in solving the problem. Resolution is found in reinstating who you really are distinct from the story ie distinct from your version of the sequence of events which overshadow who you really are.