My w oes again-6/23/2008

It is Monday June 23rd,2008 and Brad and I are apart.Brad went to jail as of last night and is under house arrest.He must serve at least 25 days bcause of his drunk driving and me I am in the gripe of the current money woes.I have never been so money strapped as I am now.It is lucky that I have got the house and the cats or else I will probably be living at a shelter in New York.I did not ask to wind up with money troubles.All of this happened and I lost a lot of money after my father died.When my sainted father died,he left me then in 1987-5,000.00.That is all the goor guy could afford and he left all of his 3 children the same amount.Guess what? I have never seen it! You see my dear mother spent it all without asking me and she would have spent Franks also.Frank had bad luck with his money also.TO be honest,my dear brother Frank did not want to leave Florida or return home to live after my father died.He knew that my mother was impossible and he knew that when she drank,she was unbearable.When my mother had a bag on,she would be very nasty to me and Frank.All we heard was her anger and total resentment.Frank was on the verge of going back to Florida and live in a nursing home back in 1987,but he knew about her problems and he did not want to leave me there with her.When my father was alive and I was having all of these problems,my mother did not get involved.My mother believed if a girl is sweet and good looking that is all that she needs to make it in the world.SHe never spent a lot of time with me at all.And we tried our best to do things for her,but my mother was always screaming and yelling at us about the house.First of all,the house was in very poor condition after the death of my dear father.She never kept it up and was always drinking and the state of the furniture was a mess.The floors in the kitchen were so fifthy and she never took care of my dog.She used to let my dog out and take him here and there but after my father died,she let Schuller pie and crap in the house.When I came home the first time,the place smelt like a sewer! I had to air and clean everything out and my room was just as dirty.Mother had papers up to the ceilings and not to mentions books and paper towels.It resembled the house of a hoarder and Frank was getting so depressed.Noone helped me and Frank and I will never forget it.I will never forget the way that I was treated and I will never forgive them either.I do  not make up stories neither did Frank.We were just so desparate for help and noone believed us.I am in a very bad depression now and I am on the verge of crying.I do not know what to do anymore and I am in a great deal of pain.This house has been my dream but it is costing me money.I have to get pay day loans because the expensive way of living.I have tried to get a job and I hear about my age.And I cannot wait until November so I can work in the Salvation Army and I will have the money to take a vacation and think.Remember-people do not lie today.They need help and please do remember this.Do not even think that a person like me makes up stories.But please leave me alone as of now..I am crying about Frank.And what can you say to me? What ? What? I want to know.And try to sympathize and be nice to me if you can.I lost Frank and I will never recover.I never will.I lost everything in 2004.I lost my mother.I lost the dog.I lost the house .I lost my collections and such.I lost everything.This is it for today.Goodbye and good luck!