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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
firstperson protagonist, male, boyfriend, relationships with Emmy and friends, average build, brown hair, conflicted and patient
Emmy Knight
protagonist, female, girlfriend, relationship with Jamie and friends, slender with blonde hair, initially sweet but now critical
Natalia Hayes
side protagonist, female, mutual friend of Jamie and Emmy, supportive of Jamie
It’s been a few months since Emmy and I started going out.
At first, she was really sweet.
But the more we hang out, the more she’s started to criticize me.
I try to be patient and understanding.
I know that relationships involve working through problems, but it’s hard to keep from feeling frustrated when I feel like I’m constantly being torn down.
Emmy's friends are going out to a bar after work before heading to a concert, and she invites me to join them.
We meet up at the bar, and as soon as I see Emmy, I know we're in for a night of her being shit to me.
The moment she sees me, she frowns.
"Jamie, what are you wearing?"
"I just threw on some jeans and a t-shirt," I say.
She rolls her eyes.
"You look like you just rolled out of bed."
I shrug, not really caring about my clothes.
Emmy and her friends head out to the dance floor while I sit at the bar with my beer.
They’re all laughing and dancing, and I can’t help but feel a little jealous.
I wish Emmy could be that happy around me.
After finishing my first beer, I order a second and sit back to watch the girls dance.
A few minutes later, an elderly woman slides onto the stool next to me.
She’s dressed in a bright pink dress, and her silver hair is styled in a neat bob.
She looks like someone’s grandmother, and I can’t help but smile at her.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asks her.
"I’ll have a martini," she says with a smile.
The bartender nods and heads off to make her drink.
She turns to me with kind eyes.
"Are you okay, dear? You look like you’re having a rough night."
I shrug, not really wanting to talk about my problems with Emmy.
But something about this woman makes me want to open up to her, so I take a deep breath and explain how Emmy has been treating me lately. "Oh dear," she says when I finish talking.
"You deserve so much better than that."
She looks over at Emmy and her friends on the dance floor.
"Is that your girlfriend?"
"Yeah," I say.
"She’s very pretty."
"She is," I say with a sigh.
"But she’s not always so nice."
The woman’s eyes narrow as she watches Emmy flirt with the bartender.
"She’s flirting with him," she says angrily.
"That girl is trouble. You should get out of there before she hurts you."
I nod, knowing that she’s right.
I should have gotten out of this relationship a long time ago, but I keep hoping that Emmy will go back to being the sweet girl she was when we first started dating.
The woman turns back to me and takes my hand in hers.
"You deserve to be happy," she says.
"Never settle for someone who makes you feel bad about yourself."
She smiles and squeezes my hand before standing up from her stool.
"Good luck, dear."
She heads off towards the door, and I watch her go with a smile on my face.
I wish I could take her advice and get out of this relationship, but I know that it would be too hard.
Emmy would never let me go.
I sit at our usual table in Café Luna, sipping on a cold coffee while I wait for Emmy to get back from the restroom.
It’s early afternoon, so the place is pretty dead.
The only other customers are a few people working on their laptops and one older lady reading a book.
The door chimes as it opens, but I don’t look up because I know it’s not Emmy. A moment later, a woman in a dark blazer walks by my table, heading toward the back of the café.
I can smell her sweet perfume as she passes me, and I absently inhale the scent.
I’m sure she’s just going to the bathroom like Emmy was, but then I hear her heels clicking against the tile floor as she heads back toward the front door.
That’s strange, I think.
Why didn’t she go to the bathroom?
But then my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of her warm breath against my ear as she whispers, "I know the secret of Emmy."
Before I can turn around to look at her, she slides a folded piece of paper under my coffee cup and heads briskly toward the exit.
The door chimes again as it opens, and then falls silent when it closes. My heart is pounding as I reach for the note under my cup, but then I hear Emmy's heels clicking against the floor again and shove it quickly into my jacket pocket before pulling my hand back out.
I know I can't ignore this any longer.
