Too much but yet too little (kind of looking for advice)

[jackfaire]

I hate making too much money but too little money at the same time. I have a lot of debt because until a year ago I couldn't find steady work and did a lot of temping resulting in me being behind a lot.

Hard to budget when your pay is always changing and periods of no work suck.

I make too much money to get state assistance on food but with my debts I make too little money to actually buy food. I have to juggle bills to afford it and hope my roommate contributes.

I have mulitple times talked to my mom who lives not far from me who has a couch or a cot and a room I could crash in. The issue is that with what she would want me to kick in plus what I would be paying for a storage shed. My cost would be only 50 dollars less than what I am currently paying.

Right now I am surviving I am floating along barely making it I am thinking of selling everything I own so that I can move into her place. I still haven't fixed the floor in the bathroom that my exroommate's dog destroyed. I know I could keep floating along like this but it's driving me nuts I want to move and get on with my life.

I hate this I took the apartment I am in originally because I was taking my little brother in and now I am stuck living 2 hours from where I get all my work. What do you guys think?

[Boozy]

Why did your mother not take your little brother in if he needed a place? Is this her son?

[jackfaire]

Why did your mother not take your little brother in if he needed a place? Is this her son?

A little background.

My dad died in 2001. It was suicide. My little brother didn't take it well and started hanging with a bad crowd. He had a good friend commit suicide within weeks of my dad.

I moved back home for personal reasons (getting divorced and it was closer to the relative who has custody of my daughter) and to help out my mom. I spent two years living there trying to help get her past the point of taking her own life. During that time I basically was the one in charge of making sure my little brother got dressed and ready for school. He was a teenager so altogether mostly was about me driving him to school.

Well money got tight and my mom was going to have to sell the house. This was a big house. At the start of the house sale my little brother dropped out of school and moved out to live with some friends.

His relationship with my mom bordered on the, "Oh my god I will call the cops" I was really worried that at some point their screaming matches would turn violent so his moving out was a good idea.

Anyway my mom was moving to a smaller one bedroom place and I was looking for my own place had just started a new job and finally felt she would live. I was looking for a place close to work.

About 10 at night I get a call from my brother asking me to pick him up. He couldn't find work without any degree (not even high school) so they kicked him out of where he was staying.

I was looking at him and I know my family's stubborn streak I knew he would be homeless rather than ask my mom for a couch to crash on. I told him he could come live with me.

We found this apartment he got to finish his teen years growing up and then my sister's boyfriend got him a job.

My mom and him still aren't 100% it's better but the whole thing makes everything in my family very strained. We can't even gather it's like we are all aware of this big dad like shape missing.

Anyway so yeah that's why my brother stayed with me sorry it's kind of long.