I'm trying

I didn't want to post here but I guess I just need to vent. I'm m30 and living in a motel 6. Growing up I moved from house to house. I rarely stayed in the same house for more than a year. When I was a senior in highschool I met a girl. As being young and naive I fell in love. We dated for years. On my 20th bday I proposed, she said yes. We came to the agreement that we'd what to get married till we where financially stable. As time went by I had a good job and was able to buy us a home. We were now 22 and decided it was the right time to get married. The day of our marriage I caught her sleeping with my best friend. In one moment I lost my love and friend. As the years went on I dated but never trusted. I became an alcoholic and lost my home and job. I rented a small 2 bedroom, it was ok. On my 28th bday my older brother took me out for drinks, we drank and drove. He's gone and Im still here. I got sober and my dad got sick. My dad and younger brother moved in with me. A couple of years went by. I'm now 30, my landlords screwed me over and now I'm living in a motel 6 trying to take care of my dad and brother. My boss just called me to tell me not to go into work tomorrow because I'm fired. I'm not suicidal but I'm at the end of the brig. I'm in so much pain and just wish I could get a hug. I have enough money for the next month. I have no friends anymore and no other family. I'm trying so hard and I guess I just needed to get this off my chest Update: I just got fired, yay.