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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 couple of months since Emmy and I started going out.
At first, she was really sweet and caring.
But over time, she’s slowly changed.
Now, she’s always finding fault in me and constantly comparing me to her ex.
I try to be patient and understanding, but it’s getting harder every day.
"Jamie, you should have seen that coming! Why do you let her walk all over you like that?"
Emmy screeched at me through the phone.
I held the receiver away from my ear for a moment before I spoke.
"Emmy, baby, I told you. It wasn’t like that. You’re not giving me a chance to tell you what happened."
I tried to keep my voice calm, but I could feel my blood pressure rising.
"Tell me! I want to hear!"
She yelled back at me.
I took a deep breath before I continued.
"We were at the mall and Natalia Hayes bumped into us."
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, glancing over at Emmy’s scowl.
"Emmy, listen. At the mall, Natalia and I were just talking when you saw us."
She crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Talking? You looked cozy."
I sighed heavily.
"She was asking about your birthday plans. That’s all."
She huffed loudly, tapping her foot impatiently.
"And you couldn’t tell me this sooner?"
Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
I nodded slowly, trying to meet her gaze.
"I wanted to explain in person."
She rolled her eyes at me and turned away.
We drove in silence for a few minutes, the city lights flickering across Emmy’s face.
Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest and her eyes were fixed out the passenger window.
I cleared my throat before I spoke.
"Maybe we need some space."
My voice was steady, even though my heart was racing.
Emmy turned to me, surprise flashing across her features.
"Space? Are you saying you want to break up?"
Her voice was a mix of disbelief and hurt.
"No, I just think we need time to figure things out without all this tension."
