I spent all my time in twenties stopping my brother from killing himself and trying to make him stop taking drugs, then tending to my youngest brother because he was too little and my mother didn’t bother raising him up. I am 30 now, still living with mother and brothers. No college degree, no career, no job, no money, still not married even though I’ve been dating my boyfriend for 10 years, no children, nothing. I have few clothes left, and most of it is torn. I’m trying to hide the fact that I’m a failure.