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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
I thought things were going good with Emmy.
We’d been together for a few months, but looking back now, I guess I was wrong.
The first time she made a comment about how I wasn’t like her ex, I ignored it.
The second and third times, I did the same.
It wasn’t until six months in that I realized Emmy never stopped comparing me to her ex.
At first, it was little comments like how he used to take her on adventures and how I should do the same.
Then it turned into how he would plan dates and how I needed to step up my game.
It wasn’t long before she started finding fault in everything I did.
She’d make fun of my clothes, my hair, even the type of car I drove.
When we hung out with mutual friends, she’d always find a way to sneak in a jab at me.
It got to the point where I didn’t want to go out with her anymore.
Not because I didn’t want to spend time with her, but because I didn’t want to be criticized all night.
I thought Emmy was different than the other girls I’d dated.
I guess I was wrong.
"Hey! What’s up?"
Emmy smiled sweetly at me before leaning over and pecking me on the cheek.
"How was your day, baby?"
I stared at my phone, scrolling through the same messages I’d read a hundred times before.
"Hey."
I murmured back, not taking my eyes off my screen.
Emmy settled into the passenger seat, and we sat in silence for a few moments.
The only sound was the hum of the engine.
I could feel her eyes on me, but I refused to look up.
I knew what was coming.
"Are you going to tell me about your day or just ignore me?"
Her sweet tone turned sharp.
"It was fine."
I mumbled, not wanting to get into another argument.
"Work and traffic. That’s all."
"God, you’re so boring. Mark always had stories to tell."
She sighed and stared out the window.
"I swear, he could make anything sound interesting."
The red light in front of us turned green and I accelerated too quickly, making Emmy grab onto her seat and shoot me an irritated glare.
I clenched my jaw and gripped the steering wheel tighter.
At the next red light, I could see my knuckles were white.
Emmy continued her tirade about how great Mark was.
Apparently, he was an amazing driver.
He’d once driven her home through a snowstorm, bringing her soup because she was sick.
I tried to focus on the traffic in front of us, but each word was like a hammer to my head.
When she mentioned how Mark would’ve been there to pick her up hours ago if he was in my shoes, I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror.
My shoulders were hunched over and my jaw was clenched so tightly it ached.
A car honked behind us when I missed the light turning green.
Emmy scoffed and pulled out her phone, typing away quickly.
