Share
MidReal Story
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!”
Create my version of this story
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 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 nitpick and criticize me.
I’ve tried to be patient and understanding.
I figured all girls are like that to some extent.
But it’s getting old.
We were hanging out in my room, watching a movie, when she started in on me again.
"Jamie, you should really cut your hair. It’s too long."
"Emmy, I’m flattered you care about my appearance, but I’m fine with my hair the way it is."
She huffs and crosses her arms, pouting.
"Fine. But you should get some contacts. Brown eyes are boring."
I’m starting to get annoyed.
"I like my eyes…"
Before I can finish my thought, she cuts me off.
"Jamie, I’m just trying to help you. I want you to look your best."
I pause the movie and turn to her.
"Maybe we should talk about us," I say, my voice steady.
She rolls her eyes.
"What’s there to talk about?"
Her arms are crossed, her posture defensive.
"I feel like we’re not connecting like we used to," I say, trying to keep my frustration out of my voice.
She scoffs.
"You’re overthinking it."
I take a deep breath, choosing my words carefully.
"I think we need a break."
I watch her face for a reaction.
Her eyes narrow, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"A break?" she echoes, her voice laced with disbelief.
She stands abruptly, pacing the room with quick, agitated steps.
I watch her, my heart pounding in my chest.
"You think time apart will fix this?" she snaps, gesturing between us.
I nod slowly, trying to keep my composure.
"We need space to figure things out."
Emmy stops pacing and glares at me, her anger palpable.
"Fine," she hisses, grabbing her purse from the couch.
She storms out of my room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.
I hear the front door slam shut, the force of it reverberating through the house.
I stand there for a moment, absorbing the silence.
It’s heavy and oppressive.
The weight of Emmy’s absence settles in my bones.
I sink onto the couch, staring blankly at the TV screen.
My mind races with what-ifs and doubts.
But I push them aside, focusing on the decision I’ve made.
Reaching for my phone, I hesitate for a second before dialing Natalia’s number.
Her voice answers on the first ring, warm and familiar.
"Hey, Jamie."
"Hey," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I need to talk."
Natalia has always been a steady presence in my life.
She listens without judgment and offers words of wisdom when I need them most.
"Of course, what's going on?" she asks gently, her concern evident.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts.
"Emmy and I decided to take a break," I confess, the words feeling both heavy and relieving.
"I just asked Emmy for a break," I say, my voice shaking slightly.
Natalia’s silence is palpable.
I can almost feel her processing my words.
Finally, she speaks, her voice calm and reassuring.
"Jamie, you did what you had to. You need to take care of yourself."
I nod, even though she can’t see me.
I know she’s right.
I’ve been feeling suffocated by our relationship for a while now.
The tension between us has been building, each argument replaying in my mind like a broken record.
"I just feel lost," I admit, my voice cracking.
Natalia’s response is immediate.
"Jamie, you’re not alone. I’m here for you. Let’s figure this out together."
Her words are a lifeline in the midst of chaos.
I lean back into the couch, phone pressed to my ear as Natalia listens intently.
She asks gentle questions, guiding me through the tangled mess of my thoughts and emotions.
"What do you want from this break?" she asks softly.
I pause, considering her words carefully.
"Clarity," I reply finally, my voice filled with conviction.
Natalia nods on the other end of the line, her understanding palpable. "Okay," she says gently.
"For now, let’s focus on you. What do you need?"
Her question is simple yet profound.
It forces me to confront the truth—I need clarity, but more than that, I need myself back.
I nod again, even though she can’t see me.
"Thank you," I say softly, my voice filled with gratitude.
Natalia’s response is warm and reassuring.
"Anytime, Jamie. Remember, you’re not alone."
As we continue talking, Natalia’s words resonate deep within me.
She reminds me that I’m strong and capable, that I can navigate this uncertain time with courage and resilience.
Eventually, we say our goodbyes, and I hang up the phone.
The weight on my shoulders feels slightly lighter, but the emptiness of the apartment still unsettles me.
I grab my jacket and keys, deciding to clear my head with a drive.
As I navigate the familiar streets, memories of happier times with Emmy flood my mind.
Each one is tinged with the bitterness of recent events.
I pull over at a quiet park, needing a moment to breathe.
The cool air is refreshing against my skin as I step out of the car.
I dial Natalia’s number again, seeking her comforting presence once more.
I sit in the car, phone clutched tightly in my hand.
The screen glows softly in the dim light of the park.
My thumb hovers over Emmy’s contact, hesitating.
The park is quiet, the distant hum of city life barely audible.
I take a deep breath, pressing the call button before doubt can creep in.
The ringing feels endless, each tone a reminder of the tension between us.
Finally, she answers, her voice sharp and guarded.
"What do you want?" she asks, her words like a slap to the face.
I steady myself, choosing my words carefully.
"I want to find a way forward, even if it means apart."
