That is actually emotional and verbal abuse, or denial of it. Not exactly a quack.
I am so happy this evening (Labor Day holiday), sitting in peace. What can possibly go wrong tonight? No land mines (that is how I called the argument traps stbxah used to set), no door slamming, no arguments out of nowhere. No pretending to sleep, no driving off to store just to avoid fights.
And NO QUACKS!
Although I admit I miss those just a tiny bit.