Still, they can reach out and touch me, and when they do, they can ben annoying as fuck. And they were last/Wednesday night, when Mother wanted to see if I was home. There were a couple of photos she wanted me to snap of bills she's kept from a couple of their rental properties -- kind of a pain-in-the-ass, but understandable as to why she would want them. But then Father chimed in and asked, as he has done all my life though not lately, to write another complaint letter. This time it's about other rental properties they own from which they believe they haven't gotten enough income. He asked me to write to the Better Business Bureau about it, and he has asked me to write to them before, and it's gone nowhere. And then Mother gets back on the horn and asks me to call the property management company and ask them why they're not getting as much money as they think they should get.
This, in essence, is one of the main reasons why I hate my parents: They are permanent drama queens. I have had to deal with and live under their anxieties and their misplaced sense of entitlement. Moreover, they add a patina of helplessness to these demands: Since I can speak English like a native, I have always been asked to write, and in this case call, and ask for what they want on their behalf. I've always been sent out to do their dirty work, oftentimes when they have only half an idea as to what they're mad about, sometimes when they have no proof that they're getting screwed. But I have to do it anyway because I'm their son, while they go relax or fucking gallivant around China or somewhere.
With that being said ... I have looked over these income statements, and they may have a case. It appears as though both rental properties in question were rented out for most of the month. Yet, I see fees here and there, and they add up to a vast majority of the income both properties supposedly generated in income. They're getting money, but it's a piddly amount. Now I don't know what questions I can ask this management company, and there might not be anything I can do because my parents supposedly signed an agreement. But I still call bullshit, and if my parents are right, this management company has reneged on any promises to get back to them when one of them has called asking why these fees have taken such a huge bite out of the revenue.
I think I need to call. If these fees aren't mistakes, maybe they need to find a different management company, or even sell the properties. But I'll call them Friday. I have time then. I need to formulate questions to ask. Also, I don't want to call before then; I want to go out for a bit tonight/Thursday night. If they can party, I can fucking do the same.
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