The auctioneer

Divorce proceedings are well underway. We both have to get the house independently valued.

Susan decides to get a real estate agent in to value the house. David the auctioneer arrived bang on time at 7pm; outside normal working hours because of course she requires special treatment ( #entitlement #grandiosity ) .

I can hear her pointing out every single flaw and issue with the house. She’s blatantly and unashamedly blaming me for every little thing ( #blame-shifting #devaluation ) . She’s openly criticizing me to him. She’s telling him all about how badly I’ve been treating her ( #smear-campaign #darvo ) .

The only problem with the special treatment is the fallout. She continues the smear campaign and lies outside ( #smear-campaign #bullshitting ) . Emma comes running up the stairs to me, tears in her eyes, terrified and frantic demanding to know “who was that? what does he want? are we selling our house?” It took quite a bit of commitment to put her at ease.

Shortly after, Susan came up the stairs delighted with herself, beaming with her evil smirk, telling me how appalled David was with me ( #smear-campaign #malign #lack-of-empathy ) .