What a mess

Would Mother be proud of me? It feels like everywhere I go someone is cross with me.  I'm kind to others and yet trouble follows me. Father kicked me out because I wasn't good enough. Because I didn't live up to his 'standards' now Carria and Balrinar are at each other's throats because he struck an axe through her door.  I don't think that old dwarf will get to be my visitor anymore.  All I wanted was a place to be accepted to settle down.  I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever find anyone that will care about me.  This is dreadful.  I don't know what to do.