Lloyd.
It is not your fault.
It can't be, because sometimes helping is not really helping at all.
All that would be happening would be that you would be supporting your family,
but they would not be ready for when you would eventually leave.
and you would, because you would have to.

Like, if I had stayed with my mom, and kept paying all my money to live in crappy motels, she would have never have tried harder to find a place to stay.

She wouldn't have tried to get an apartment through HUD, and we would still be on the verge of homelessness.
Or worse.

I know kind of how you feel, kind of.

But it's not your job to raise your family.

Call m me sometime dude, if you ever need to talk.
 

It's not your fault for anything going on back at home. For one thing, you are an excellent role model, being the only one getting out of there to go and get a better life with jobs and school and everything. Your entire family needs to learn from you. Maybe you should go see your brother in jail though, since maybe he needs a shock to realize what he is doing with his life.
Just take some time whenever you can to get everything straight in your head, and from there, think about what you could do to help. You might have to threaten your mom, talk to your brothers about how bad the situation is getting and what they need to do to improve their lives, maybe even consider demanding that they move into a more affordable home in a better neighborhood, but in the end, you will know what to do. Talk to some people, maybe make a new friend and they might have some new insight on your situation, ultimately the final call will be yours, whether you sever your ties completely, or concoct some remedy.
At the moment though, it seems like your brothers are doing nothing to help, that might be a good place to start.
But always remember, none of that is your fault, you are a great person, always will be. You have to keep living on with your life, don't let them consume what remarkable progress you have made.

Nate.
 

Holy shit man.. Tony has to read this..

Fuckin searously.

The part:

"I was actually content and fairly happy going to see her but things got bad as i started to enter my home town. i was wearing my pride braclet and people were staring at me. i was muttered Faggot numerous times and i was starting to feel a little nervous. but none the less i prevailed and went to my house. upon arriving i got this strange feeling like i shoudnt have been there."

It's like one of the storys from the cival rights movement, how people felt being "diffrent". I don't like to say that but that is how humans treated other humans.. History repeats itself doesen't it??

In a way I can understand how it feels to be "diffrent". Not from a sexuality stand point, but racial as anyone in this world if they have their eyes open, but mostly the fact of being "diffrent" in my own little ways. You know what I'm talking about.

The thing with your family. Reading this. Even though this happened to you and not me, I really imagined myself to be in that situation. The whole thing actually. Yo man. Real talk. That shit is searous. But you obvisouly don't need me to tell you this..

I just wanted to say, with the upmost respect for your family (just had to say so this is not taken in the wrong way), but imagine your position if you never would have came here? I guess it's a lot to think about and wrong for me to say maybe but yeah. Just my thoughts from what I know personally. And that is all I should really be entitled to speak on behalf of.

Wow.. It's just like the begining of one of those success story novels you read about in school. Trying to give kids hope to the future. And just like those books, they always have some fucking powerful message of course but most of all, a fantastic ending in which the persons life is complete and happy.

I really don't know what to say. You got some fuckin strength man. For real. That is some shit everyone should admire. Not shit. But a value.

You get extra fuckin Kudos's for this.