My seller called me in tears last Tuesday because a showing request came in for 2pm and she "simply cannot have strangers in her home during her cat's designated nap time." I wish I was joking. We rescheduled for 4pm. Then she called back to cancel because she'd been "emotionally processing" the feedback from the last showing where someone said the kitchen felt "cozy." She interpreted "cozy" as a personal attack on her life choices and spent forty minutes on the phone asking me if I thought she'd failed as a homeowner. The house has been on the market for 67 days. She's rejected two solid offers because the buyers "didn't seem like they'd appreciate the energy of the breakfast nook." I've started keeping wine in my car. Not to drink during work—I'm a professional—but just knowing it's there brings me peace. Yesterday she texted me at 11pm to ask if we should sage the house before the next open house to "clear the negativity left behind by judgmental buyers." I wrote back "great idea" because I have lost the will to fight.