I listed a house three weeks ago for a couple who swore they were "emotionally ready" to sell their home of 25 years. The husband cried during the photography session. Not quietly—full sobbing while the photographer tried to capture the breakfast nook. We got a full-price offer on day four. I called them excited, genuinely thrilled. The wife answered and said, "We've been talking, and we think we need to raise the price by $50,000 because we just realized we're also selling our memories." I explained that's not how any of this works. She said she needed to "consult the house" before making a decision. I asked her to clarify. She said she walks through each room and asks the walls what they think. The walls apparently told her to reject the offer. We're now on week three, no offers, and she's calling me daily to ask why no one appreciates "the energy of the sunroom." Her husband just emailed me asking if we can take new photos because he wasn't crying hard enough in the first ones to show buyers how special the home is.