Misery

I called my mother - she's not home. I called my daughter - she didn't want to talk to me. I briefly told her what was going on, and she lacked interest. my brother is carrying on as if this is not the end of things, and it pobably is not, but I feel as if it is. I can't deal with this. I really can't.  I don't know what I'm going o do, but I need to not have this scale of miseryin my life - this house is a disaster and I'm not suprised that it blew - too much, really too much is wrong with this place that I can not fix. i need to discuss with my counselor - I need to get the paperwork finalized so that i can see the social worker and keep the food stamps and medical coverage, at the very least, until I can figure out what to do.  but here is too much - way too much to stay.