There are those pop psychology phrases all over in some trendy web places and blog sites.

How do people manage to say anything in that lingo with a straight face? “They are such a narc, they love bombed me after weeklong breadcrumbing.” “Omg that’s abuse, I hope they kts”

It seems like nowadays no matter what you do there’s a word for it and it’s probably considered something horrible by someone somewhere.

If you have more funny examples of literal abuse please post them in the comments. For now I found:

Love Bombing – Overwhelming someone with excessive affection, gifts, or attention early in a relationship to manipulate them. Breadcrumbing – Leading someone on with sporadic attention or vague promises but never committing. Hoovering – When an ex (often toxic) tries to suck you back into a relationship after a breakup. Trauma Bonding – A strong emotional attachment formed through cycles of abuse and affection. Situationship – A romantic or sexual relationship that lacks clear definition or commitment. Zombieing – When someone ghosts you but suddenly reappears as if nothing happened. Future Faking – Making false promises about the future to keep someone invested in a relationship. Benching – Keeping someone as a backup option while exploring other romantic interests. Slow Fade – Gradually reducing communication instead of outright ghosting. Paperclipping – Randomly popping back into someone’s life with no real intention of reconnecting.

  • PostiveNoise@kbin.melroy.org
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    15 days ago

    People like to chat and vent about relationship stuff, and coming up with new wacky terms to describe the stuff is fun.

    Maybe your relationship with a hot cat-girl you really liked was, um, problematic:

    'At first, Miso love-bombed (💣) you into oblivion—showing up at your door with dead birds (gifts?), kneading your thighs while whispering “You’re my favorite human… for now.” But soon, the breadcrumbing (🥪) began: “Let’s chase lasers together… but not this weekend. Or ever, probably.” When you tried to leave, she hoovered (🚁) you back with a dramatic, tear-streaked “I licked your sweater and now it smells like me—you can’t go.” Classic situationship purgatory.

    Then came the zombieing (🧟)—after a month of silence, she slid into your DMs with “Did you delete my number, or…?” followed by future faking (⏱️): “We should get a tiny apartment with 100% sunbeam coverage.” (Spoiler: She never signed a lease.) You were clearly benched, her backup human for nights her other “kittens” were busy. The slow fade was brutal: replies dwindling from novels (“I dreamt about you…”) to single letters (“k.”). Just when you moved on? Paperclipping. A 4 AM “pspsps” text. You blocked her… or so you thought.

    THE ENDING YOU DESERVE: One year later, you’re at a café—happy, healed, dating a nice dog girl who fetches your coffee instead of your sanity. Then… a flicker of ears at the window. Miso. Her eyes widen. You brace for chaos—but she just drops a crumpled note (“Sorry I broke your PS5. And your heart.”) and darts away. The dog girl growls. You laugh, toss the note, and order a croissant. Finally free.’

    (Lesson: Never let a cat girl gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss you into emotional ruin. Unless her apology comes with a new PS5. Then maybe consider it.) 🎮🐈⬛💔