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Love Bombed at Work: When Boundaries Blur and Affection Becomes Manipulation

“Love bombing” is a term that gets thrown around a lot in dating—lavish praise, intense attention, emotional overwhelm. But what happens when it shows up somewhere it absolutely shouldn’t? I was love bombed at work—and it took every ounce of self-awareness and strength not to let the manipulative dynamics change who I am.

Let me be clear: I’m not anti-social at work. Some of my closest, most meaningful friendships began in the workplace. I’ve joined (and led) social committees, thrown team happy hours, and genuinely believe in the power of human connection on the job.

The difference? Those connections grew organically. What I experienced in this particular environment wasn’t about cultivating relationships—it was about mandating them. There’s a difference between enabling connection and enforcing closeness. And when an organization starts expecting personal intimacy as a prerequisite for professional belonging, things get dangerous.

1. When the Executive Team Becomes a “Tribe”

From day one, the executive team was expected to be best friends. I love being friendly with coworkers, but most professionals know that a little separation between church and state is critical for performance.

Instead of bonding over work, we were expected to bond over personal connection. Suddenly, we weren’t challenging each other—we were tiptoeing around each other. Terms like “tribe” started popping up to define our group. The expectation wasn’t just collaboration, but emotional intimacy. Text chains carried into weekends to celebrate children's sports and school events. It became too much.

My executive coach gave me prudent advice: define your space. So I did. I stopped engaging in the group texts unless it felt authentic. Spoiler alert: that separation was noticed—and not in a good way.

2. The One Who Loved Me Too Much

At first, the after-hours calls didn’t seem like a big deal. But one night, the tone changed. She called—not to vent, but to criticize my work. I ended up hiding in the bathroom from my family, stuck on the phone for over two hours.

On a different day, she'd send me flowers because I had a hard day. Or because I pleased her. It was confusing and manipulative.

When I tried to meet her with empathy and open up about my own struggles, she’d say things like, “I LOVE YOU! We need to be friends after this.”
Umm… no. I like friendship, but let’s not go full obsessed here.

It got worse. One night, while she was black-out drunk, I had to walk her back to the hotel. I kept her safe, yes. But I shouldn’t have had to and it led to so much stress for me afterword that it wasn't worth it.

3. The Gaslight Olympics

I presented my team’s work progress and strategy in a meeting—receipts included, documented in a shared Google Sheet. The leader looked me in the eye and said I was lying. I calmly pulled up the receipts. She responded, “I feel like I’m being gaslit.”

I. Was. The. One. Being. Gaslit.

The moment was surreal. It froze me. I now realize I should have left long before that meeting.


If You're In This Situation, You Are Not Alone

I’m not someone who avoids connection at work—in fact, I value it deeply.  But here’s the thing: connection should be encouraged, not enforced. What I experienced wasn’t about belonging—it was about control, blurred boundaries, and emotional manipulation disguised as team spirit.

Here’s what I learned (the hard way):

1. Know Your Worth

Don’t let someone’s emotional flattery define your value. Your work is the light. Don’t let a bouquet of flowers dim it.

2. Watch the Language

If someone starts calling you part of their “tribe”—pause. Ask yourself: do I want to be in this tribe? It might sound inclusive and warm, but it can mask a manipulative culture that discourages dissent.

3. Trust Your Gut

If everyone’s gaslighting you, it’s time to gas up outta there. Don't wait until you're frozen in a room defending your integrity with receipts. You deserve a workplace where boundaries are respected, and accountability is mutual.


👏 FINAL TAKE

Real connection at work is a gift—it fuels collaboration, builds trust, and makes the hard days lighter. I believe in that. I’ve built it, nurtured it, and benefitted from it. But connection should never come with strings attached.

When personal closeness becomes an expectation—when affection is used as currency or control—that’s not culture. That’s coercion.

Being love bombed at work isn’t about being liked too much. It’s about blurred boundaries, inconsistent behavior, and emotional manipulation that erodes your confidence and clarity. And if you’ve felt it, you’re not being too sensitive or difficult. You’re recognizing a system that’s asking too much of your humanity.

You deserve a workplace where your value isn’t tied to your availability, your vulnerability, or your willingness to play along. You deserve to show up as a whole person—without being consumed.


About the Author


Sara L. Gable is a marketing strategist with over 20 years of experience building beloved brands and driving business growth.  She served as Chief Marketing Officer at a startup wine company and has led initiatives for household brands including Samuel Adams, Heinz, and Colgate. Known for her creative instincts and data-driven approach, Sara brings a unique blend of entrepreneurial energy and big-brand discipline to every project.

Learn more at The Art of Marketing.

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