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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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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

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Emmy Knight

girlfriend,relationship with Jamie and friends,slender with blonde hair,initially sweet but now critical

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Natalia Hayes

mutual friend of Jamie and Emmy,supportive of Jamie

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It’s been a month since Emmy and I started going out.
At first, she was perfect.
Hot, sweet, and caring.
She’d listen to me when I spoke, and she seemed to genuinely be interested in my life.
My friends all thought that I had found the one.
They were happy that I had moved on from my ex, who cheated on me with my best mate, and had found someone as amazing as Emmy.
That was a month ago.
Now, she’s not so perfect.
She’s always finding things wrong with me.
She doesn’t like my hair; it needs to be cut shorter, she reckons.
She doesn’t like my clothes; she prefers designer.
I’m too thin; I need to go to the gym.
I’m not funny; I just make silly jokes that aren’t actually funny.
At first, I was patient and understanding.
The Truth About My Girl