Does Money Really Mean Happiness?

So my brother had his own time at a mental hospital and when coming back from it he's been much lazier. The stay itself led to him going to therapy weekly and family therapy bi-weekly. Well I know he's getting his thoughts sorted out, even though he's been sleeping a lot and not doing much work. I'm the only one he normally listens to though, I don't know if it's because of closeness or just because I'm the only respectable thing in this shithole called home. I realized something, quite recently too, my parents are too materialistic and think spending money solves things. When sitting in therapy they'd just make excuses for their shortcomings which led to me sitting there the whole time rolling my eyes and thinking my being there was a waste of time. Well it was, and I honestly refuse to go back. My mom's excuse for not doing any work and being a self-centered, stubborn, bitch is that it's because she shouldn't have to take care of anyone else but herself. She said that she decided she'd only focus on herself so she doesn't have to clean, doesn't have to do the dishes, doesn't have to cook. It's not like we ever asked her to do anything. I ask her to do the dishes but that's because that's my least favorite chore to do, and it was never my job in the first place. But she's the only one to complain about messes. She acts like we ask her to be the fucking maid and clean up all of our messes. FUCK NO! I'm responsible for myself, and I have to be the grown up in the house. My dad tells me to clean up his messes, my mom tells me to clean up her messes, I have to clean up my brother's messes too because he pins them on me. Then my dad, he doesn't do shit. He says that it's because his work station is always being messed up by people and people don't give him the mail. No, he has a messy work station but that's his fault. And the mail? He's always the first to skim through it and see it. All they ever do is make excuses for not doing anything. They aren't even valid excuses either. My mom should do the dishes because she's always hounding me to cook her food. My mom should do some type of laundry because she's always telling me to do hers. She's just being a dumb bitch. Atleast my brother admits he won't do anything. I don't have to excuse me being lazy. I don't act lazy that much, I'm the one doing the work. And that's accepted but as my mom delves deeper into her self-centeredness me asking her to do stuff gets answered with a no more often. But back to the question at hand, "Does Money Really Mean Happiness?" Honestly I don't think it does but it seems my parents think  it does. They think it solves everything. My dad was behind on taxes and my mom wanted to buy an accountant. We're paying some stranger to help us talk to each other. When they don't have food that's been cooked and I'm not cooking my mom doesn't cook, no she orders something. Sometimes they don't even talk to me about it and just order food. So I decided, if I have to put up with this retarded crap all the time, me saying no to do something is going to just have to be dealt with. My dad and Mom have stuff they refuse to do, well I refuse to sit through family counseling and listen to bullshit excuses for everything. For once this isn't me being a cynical bastard. It's fucked up when the youngest in the family has to be the adult too.