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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 few months since Emmy and I started going out.
At first, she was really sweet.
But now, she’s always on my case about something.
I feel like I can’t do anything right anymore.
And it doesn’t help that she constantly brings up her ex, who was apparently perfect.
I’ve tried to be patient and understanding, but it’s getting harder and harder.
"Emmy, I told you. I was working late with some friends. I wasn’t out at some bar with girls all over the place."
I try to keep my voice calm, but Emmy is making this conversation extremely difficult.
"I don’t know why you feel the need to lie to me, Jamie," she huffs.
"I just told you, I’m not lying."
"Why should I believe you? Your friends are all players. I’m sure you’re just like them," she snaps.
"Emmy, I swear. Nothing happened. Can we just drop it?"
I sigh.
"Fine, but if I find out you’re lying to me, it will be over between us," she warns.
I want to tell her that if she didn’t trust me, then maybe we shouldn’t be together.
But I don’t want to lose her.
The Truth About My Girl
We drive in silence for a few minutes.
I glance over at her, but she’s staring out the window, her arms crossed.
I take a deep breath and grip the steering wheel tighter.
"Emmy," I start, my voice steady and firm.
"We need to talk about trust."
She rolls her eyes, but I keep going.
"I know things have been rough lately, but I want us to work. Can we try to rebuild that trust?"
She shifts slightly in her seat, and I can see her expression soften just a little.
"Fine," she mutters.
"But you need to prove it."
I nod, relieved that she’s willing to listen.
"How can I prove it to you, Emmy?" I ask, genuinely wanting to make things right.
"Start by being honest about everything, even the small stuff," she replies, her voice softer now.
"Alright, I promise," I say, feeling a glimmer of hope.
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I reach over and gently take her hand in mine.
She hesitates for a second, but then lets me hold it.
Her fingers are cold, and I can’t help but notice how different they feel compared to the warmth I’m used to.
"I want to earn your trust back, Emmy," I say, my voice steady.
She nods, but her eyes are still distant.
I squeeze her hand softly, hoping she’ll look at me.
She does, and for a moment, I see a glimmer of the girl I first fell for.
"Let’s start fresh," I say, trying to sound confident.
"Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I nod and let go of her hand as we pull up to her apartment building.
I park the car and turn off the engine.
"Jamie, there's something I need to tell you," she says quietly, not meeting my eyes.
I feel a knot forming in my stomach.
"What is it, Emmy?" I ask, bracing myself for whatever comes next.
The Truth About My Girl