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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
I remember the first time Emmy and I hung out.
She was so sweet and caring.
Every time I was with her, she made me feel special.
We'd go on dates and she would always tell me how much she cared for me.
At first, I thought that she was the perfect girl for me.
That I could spend the rest of my life with her.
I mean who wouldn't?
She's hot, slender, blonde, and really smart.
We have mutual friends and she would always be there for them when they needed her.
However, as time went on, she started to change.
She would always criticize me in front of our friends.
She would make fun of me and my weight.
She would always compare me to her ex.
I would try to ignore it, but it was hard.
I started to feel like I wasn't good enough for her.
That I could never be good enough for her.
I tried to talk to her about it, but she just said that I was being too sensitive.
That she was just joking around.
But it didn't feel like a joke to me.
It felt like she was trying to hurt me.
Like she was trying to make me feel bad about myself.
I started to feel like I wasn't good enough for her.
That I would never be good enough for her.
I tried to talk to her about it, but she just said that I was being too sensitive.
That she was just joking around.
But it felt like she was trying to hurt me.
Like she was trying to make me feel bad about myself. "Seriously? My ex would've been here early—and he wouldn't be driving a crap car like this!"
Emmy says as we drive away from the bar where I picked her up after her girls' night out with the girls.
Her voice is sharp and cuts through the silence of the car.
I grip the steering wheel tighter, my patience wearing thin as she continues to complain about everything I do wrong in comparison to her ex-boyfriend.
We pull up in front of Natalia's house, where we're meeting up with some friends for a small gathering before we head out for a night out at the clubs.
The house is dimly lit, with candles flickering in the windows and music playing softly in the background.
As we step inside, laughter and chatter fill the air, mingling with the scent of perfume and cologne.
Natalia greets us at the door, smiling warmly as Emmy and I enter the cozy living room. The walls are painted a warm shade of beige, and the furniture is arranged in a circle around a large sectional sofa.
A few people are already seated on the couch, chatting and laughing together as they wait for everyone else to arrive.
Emmy takes a seat next to Natalia on the couch, while I stand by the door, watching as they catch up on each other's lives.
After a few minutes, Emmy turns to me with a look of disdain on her face.
"Jamie, why don't you go get us some drinks?" she asks in a condescending tone that makes my blood boil.
I nod, turning away to hide the resolve hardening in my eyes.