if you can call it progress

It's been one week longer than the folk purchasing my annuity said it would be before I saw my money. And I am in trouble.
There is no way that i can live without this money in the economic situation we are in locally. I am working 40 plus hours per week and not making enough to live on. And I currently do not pay anything in rent. Which has to change by the end of the month.
There is a sinking feeling that my brother has already petitioned the insurance company to liquidate the funds in our account to pay for the estate which has 30,000.00 of debt to it. He said the whole thing was my fault because I was named the executor in both wills on file. Pam presented a trust she paid for as real, when it wasn't they bothe decided to petition to make it real so that I could do nothing anyway. And I don't have the fiscal ability... not three years ago and certainly not now. So I don't see how it is my fault. We would have had to sign all the paperwork that we just signed back then. I'm out of it. I tried and I didn't have anybacking.
While my sister was in charge we were all expected to fork over cash to get it done. Legally she wss the only one responsible. Now that brother is in charge he wants assisstance. But last year when they put it all on me I had to do it without any help.
I can't survive without that annuity. And there is something holding it up.
I hate having to be dependent on anyone. And they both know that I would rather die than be likened to uncle Donald. I am an intelligent woman with plans and a future. If I had not put my life on hold for others for the first 38 years of my life, I would have a thriving business already. Instead, I find myself in a struggle for my own autonomy.
Certainly, you may think this an over the top dramatization... but in fact, well... in fact, it may be. I can't really seperate myself from my fears right now. I lost that incredibly cool placeon hte bay because of the hold up. I have till the end of the month to move out on my own. I've already been told if I go and llive at Brother's that I will have to be the family slave. I will be kept busy or I will be asked to leave. No books, no art supplies, no cards or anything else that makes me me. I can have suitable clothes and my work uniform. That's it.
This is the tahnks I get for making sure he passed English. I should never have helped him write his essays. Let's see how far in his life he would be if he had flunked Community college...
not very far. And I get to be his slave for my troubles.