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The Truth About My Girl
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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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 great.
She was sweet, caring, and loving.
We’d spend hours talking on the phone, and she’d come over to my place whenever I asked her to.
I thought we were perfect for each other.
That was until she started comparing me to her ex.
At first, it didn’t bother me because I knew I wasn’t anything like him.
He was a cheapskate who only wanted to get into her pants, but I was different.
I actually cared about her.
Whenever she would point out something I did or didn’t do that her ex did or didn’t do, I’d just let it slide and move on.
However, as time went on, she started doing it more and more.
It got to the point where I couldn’t do anything right in her eyes.
If I took her out to dinner, she’d remind me that her ex never took her out to a nice restaurant, but he would take her to a nice hotel for the night; implying that I should be doing the same with her as well.
I pull into the parking lot of her favorite bar and park in a spot near the front.
As I turn off the engine, she continues to berate me about my car.
I grip the steering wheel tightly, feeling that familiar knot in my stomach.
Instead of apologizing like I usually do, I turn to face her.
"Why do you keep bringing up your ex?"
My voice comes out a lot steadier than I expected it to.
She scowls at me and crosses her arms over her chest.
She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off before she can speak.
"Every time we’re together, it’s the same thing. Nothing I do is good enough compared to him."
Her eyes widen slightly as if she’s surprised that I’m calling her out on this.
"Maybe it's because I'm scared you'll leave me like he did," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
I blink, taken aback by the vulnerability in her confession.
"Emmy, I'm not him, and I never will be," I say softly, hoping to reassure her.
