Why bother?

So when I got involved in this city stuff at first, it was because DAD sent me, because HE couldn't do it, and so I was sent to take his place and look out for our interests. And I have done so. I've done everything I could to protect them and their property, the only home I have ever known.

When I moved away to Hell, WA, I welcomed it, because I felt I was too comfortable here and things had to change. They did, and I discovered how much I hated WA, or more accurately someplace that meant nothing to me and offered me no friends or comfort. When I came back, it didn't quite feel real. I felt like a guest in my own home, as if I was living in the past, or living in a dream. Although that sensation has passed, one has stuck with me: I no longer view this house as "mine". It is now "theirs". Now when I look out for it, I am not looking out for my own home, but for their home; it makes me fight no less hard, but it makes me more realistic about what to expect.

Anyway, at this point things have come to a head. The advice I give is basically ignored. My suggestions may or may not be the best ones, but the respect of some consideration is a small price to ask for. Yet it's a price I don't get paid.

So even though I am probably -- with not a shred of exaggeration -- their greatest asset, I have no motive to continue to serve them. I don't care if they agree with me, but having the respect of considering what I say before dismissing doesn't seem like a tall order.

So. Am I done? Perhaps.

Do you still help someone even if they outright disrespect your help? Do you keep feeding someone who bites your hand? Where does my obligation lie? They are very nearly all I have in this world.