Scenario:When I first started dating Emmy, I thought she was perfect. Sweet, caring, and easy to be around. But over time, her mask slipped.
A year into our relationship, and she’s turned into someone I barely recognize. Arrogant, critical, and always reminding me how her ex did everything better. Every little thing I do feels like a mistake.
Tonight is no different. I’m late picking her up after her girls’ night, thanks to the traffic. The moment I see her, she’s already scowling.
“Seriously? My ex would’ve been here early—and he wouldn’t be driving a crap car like this!”
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When I first started dating Emmy, I thought she was perfect. Sweet, caring, and easy to be around. But over time, her mask slipped.
A year into our relationship, and she’s turned into someone I barely recognize. Arrogant, critical, and always reminding me how her ex did everything better. Every little thing I do feels like a mistake.
Tonight is no different. I’m late picking her up after her girls’ night, thanks to the traffic. The moment I see her, she’s already scowling.
“Seriously? My ex would’ve been here early—and he wouldn’t be driving a crap car like this!”
Jamie Bennett
boyfriend,relationships with Emmy and friends,average build,brown hair,conflicted and patient
Emmy Knight
girlfriend,relationship with Jamie and friends,slender with blonde hair,initially sweet but now critical
Natalia Hayes
mutual friend of Jamie and Emmy,supportive of Jamie
It’s been a few months since Emmy and I started going out.
At first, everything was perfect.
She was sweet, caring, and an absolute joy to be around.
However, over the past few weeks, things have slowly begun to deteriorate.
It all started when she began comparing me to her ex. At first, it was little things like how I loaded the dishwasher or folded towels.
Now, it’s getting to the point where I can’t seem to do anything right.
"Jamie, why do you make your burgers so well done? Brad always made his so they’re all juicy and pink on the inside," she’d commented the night before.
"I prefer my meat well done, Emmy. Sorry," I had apologized.
It wasn’t meant to be a pissing contest with her fucking ex, but she always seemed to make it that way.
"Brad never cut his grass. He had a yard service," she commented when we drove by his house.
"So?"
"So, maybe you should get one too," she replied snidely.