I'm at my breaking point, and so is the rest of my family.

We have been stuck in a hotel since the end of September when that car drove into the house. Other than the clean up, no work has been done on the house. Last week, we got finally got an answer as to what has been going on. The engineer told my sister in a passive aggressive e-mail that he tried twice to apply for the building permit and was denied both times because he didn't have the proper documentation. He also gave the excuse of having nine other projects on the go and that on Monday he would start work. Considering he doesn't have the building permit, I don't know how he expected to get any work done.

Insurance, has been hell too. Zero communication and we are going to be stuck in this hotel even longer because of their incompetence. My sister is demanding an extra room for the rest of our stay, and I'm sure that will go over well.

Remember the neighbour who was looking after our cats? Her daughter called on Saturday telling us we had to come get them because they were clawing the stairs, so now they're with us too. Thankfully, the hotel accommodated us, but we had to move floors. I don't know why the daughter waited until the last minute to tell us all of this and gave us no time to prepare. I haven't been able to sleep well because one cat yowls in the middle of the night. I hope they adjust better as time goes on.

Adding to all of this, my Uncle is dying of lung cancer. He's out of it and calls all of the time because he has no short term memory. The day he went in for surgery was the same day that asshole crashed his car.

This has been a complete s### show. I'm stressed to the limit and so are my parents. my dad is 82 and he can't handle all of this stress. I worry everyday about his health.

I must have done something to someone. I know people go through tough times but this is ridiculous. Nobody's luck is this bad. For everything to go off the rails this bad, all of this has to be on purpose. Having the guy crash through the living room the same day as my Uncle's surgery is too much of a coincidence. I'm being punished for something, I just wish I knew what it was.
I have been on edge for the last few days waiting for something else to go wrong, and it has. Now I see why people turn to drugs and alcohol. I now firmly believe I was born to lose. If people are born lucky, then the opposite has to be true, right. I'm tired of losing but it's the only thing i seem to be good at.