At some point when I kept saying no, there wasn’t much room left for manipulative tactics exploiting my emotional bond. This was at the end of our relationship, where I started to figure out that I was taken use of. I spend thousands and a lot of time on the relationship, while my happiness drained faster than my bank account. I started to realise what was happening to me, took off the pink glasses, and so I started to say no. Which was apparently of the same magnitude of exploding nuclear bombs. Things got mental really fast. I had to just assume that it was fake threats, and if it wasn’t, not my fault.