I can't stand the way my people think sometimes

I called home to catch up with my mother who told me she was going out to the farm when we chatted, but I wasn't able to catch up. My sisters answered the phone, giggling, and I could tell they were not taking me seriously. I felt disrespected and it was like I called for nothing, until my sister Gemma's voice came up, and answered the phone and told me that I treat people unfairly. I help our parents unfairly, and well, that did it, it made me furious, it set me off. I was raving, actually talking out loud. I got really aggressive and serious, I explained to Gemma though I don't need to explain anything, that when I help, I help because I want to help and not because I need to, and that it is my responsibility to help. I don't need to give or help anyone if I don't want to; moreover, I help when I see it fit. My father owes money here and there sometimes, but I give him money to pay his bills just as I give money to my mother to pay their bills to be able to stay in the city and have food to eat, but doesn't mean I have to meet all their needs, and give them the same amount of money as if their problems are the same. So I told my sister that if our mother is not happy about me helping our father pay his bills, then perhaps, our mother can do what our father is doing, so then I would have a reason to give them the same amount of money.
I guess, giving them money every month to pay their bills isn't enough, but then my father has nothing like that, I don't give him money every month to pay his bills like that, so...ugh! I am fed up; I have had it with the way my people think. I can no longer stand how they think, and how they make me feel. I am trying to help and then I come out the bad guy and that an unfair person on top of it all. Goodness, this is too much to bear for me, so I might stop helping altogether, so I won't hear anyone complaining and bickering over who is getting more help from me, etc. I don't give money for the sake of giving money unless it is for a birthday or a holiday. I am sick, I tell you. I am sure a lot of my fellow Filipinas feels the burden and the hassle of how their people also think. It is quite common after all.
By the way, it also insulted me when my sister Gemma just hung up on me, oh, that irritated me even more. What have I done to be so hated like this? Helping my family back home seems to only give me problems, and not joy as like it should be. I am supposed to be enjoying the joy of giving and not the misery of how I make people feel by helping them that if I help everybody needs to have the same problem, so I can give them the same amount of money. If one likes to live in luxury everybody should. Our father is not exactly a saint, and he does cost me extra money for how he operates, and so, I will have to talk to all of them and tell them that for now I will take a time off, and not help them because I should just help myself. I have too many things to worry about than worry about who is not getting the fair treatment. When all I do is try to help those who need help depending on how much they need. I can't just give money away all equally for the sake of worrying how the other might feel, because not once that when one of them tells me they owe money I didn't help or let them down. This is really getting to me, irking the heck out of me. This is why if they feel that I haven’t helped enough, then I may not help them at all-at least while I have my own problems to solve.