Let me start in august of 2021. My mother became sick (found out later it was covid) and passed (not from covid) in the beginning of august. On that same day i had gone to the hospital with covid. I spent a week in the hospital (which sucked for my mental health). Once i got out i didnt really have anywhere to go and i was trying to figure out what to do with my previous apartment (which i shared with my mother and son). My brother decided he was going to let me and my son stay with him until i could find a place of our own. The condition was respect the rules of the house and pay rent (i work a min wage job). Now that doesnt sound like a bad deal but im giving half my pay per week to him and cant save enough to pay bills AND save for a place to live.

in the month and a half living here everything that goes wrong, gets dirty, any toy left out from a toddler, any mark left by a toddler, a toddler roaming around a home, or them having to pick up after a dog (which was my parents) that they CHOSE to keep i get blamed for. I get berated as if everything is done deliberately. Im called lazy, trash, a slob, and told i was raised in filth. Im treated as an inconvenience and told as such. Im threatened with harm, my property with harm and to be thrown out.

Bare in mind. In august I did NOT BEG him to come. I did not ask him. I did not even think in the slightest to come. I did not want to. I was happy to figure out my life and live it. Now i walk into HIS home and feel depressed. I feel like i cant eat, shower, use the bathroom, let my kid have fun, or have fun myself. I feel depressed, anxious, stressed, on edge, and in all really wish i could end it and be free of this miserable hell hole. I dont feel like im family. I feel like a piece of shit all the time. I feel like a tenant and being used for cash.

I dont know what to do anymore.