The one condition I cannot agree to

"By my sixteenth birthday, I was running all sorts of errands for my uncle, hardly ever finding time to go to school or have dinner with my family. At that point, it was also no longer a secret I was working for him, putting a huge strain on my relationship with my father."

This was, without a doubt, the least pleasant part of the whole story. 

Not the part where I nearly went to jail over some misunderstanding, manipulation, and advancing from a gofer to a fall guy. 

Not the part where I became a menace to anyone who dared to talk with me as all the money I earned under my uncle turned me into something much worse than just a spoiled brat - a spoiled young adult. 

It was the part where my naive, arrogant, and self-serving actions created a rift in my family nearly strong enough to tear it into pieces.