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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 over time, she’s changed.
Now she's always on my case about something.
Whenever we’re together, all she does is nag and criticize.
She’s never fucking happy and it’s getting to the point that I don’t want to be around her anymore.
I’ve tried to be patient and understanding.
I know relationships can’t all be sunshine and rainbows, but Emmy and I haven’t had a good day in over a month.
It seems like no matter what I do, it’s never good enough for her.
If we go out with friends, she complains that I’m flirting with other girls.
If we stay in, she says that I’m not paying enough attention to her.
I spent hours researching the perfect spot for tonight.
I picked a cozy little Italian restaurant that we’d been to before.
It was where we had our first meal together, so I figured it would be a good place to rekindle things.
While I was making the reservation, I rehearsed what I was going to say to her.
I wanted to remind her of the way things used to be between us.
I even cleaned my car from top to bottom, knowing that she’d comment on it if I didn’t.
When I got to Emmy’s place, I was ten minutes early.
She always liked it when guys were early, so I figured this would score me some points.
I had on a blue shirt with a white collar, which she complimented me on once before.
I grabbed the small bouquet of daisies from the passenger seat.
They were her favorite flower when we started dating, but I have no idea if she still likes them.
As I walked up the path to her front door, my hands began to sweat and my stomach twisted into knots.
I stood there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I gripped the flowers.
The stems were damp against my palm and a few of the petals had already fallen onto her welcome mat.
I could hear the sound of her television playing in the background—something about a reality show, maybe The Bachelor.
My knuckles hovered over the wood for several seconds before I finally made contact.
Three quick raps.
The volume of her television lowered immediately.
A moment later, I heard footsteps approaching from inside followed by the click of her security chain being undone.
The door opened and Emmy stood in front of me wearing yoga pants and an oversized sweater.
Her eyes dropped to the flowers, but her expression didn’t change.
"Let's talk," she said, her voice flat and distant.
