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The Truth About My Girl

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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

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 remember the first time Emmy and I hung out.

She was so sweet and caring.

I thought I had found the perfect girl for me.

But now, she's completely the opposite.

All she does is criticize me and compare me to her ex, who was a total asshole.

I don't get why she doesn't just break up with me already.

If she hated me that much, then we should be done.

Yet every time I try to talk to her about it, she gets mad at me and says I'm being too sensitive.

I'm starting to think she's only with me because she feels sorry for me.

It's been three months since we started dating, but it's only getting worse.

I wish I could just go back to the start and tell her we shouldn't have dated.

"Jamie, what are you doing?!"

Emmy screamed as I left the kitchen.

I trudged down the hallway, my shoulders slumped.

The floorboards creaked under my feet as I approached our bedroom.

I heard strange rustling sounds coming from inside.

I pushed open the partially closed door, and through the gap, I saw clothes being tossed around.

I caught glimpses of movement out of the corner of my eye.

It looked like Emmy was gathering her clothes up off the floor.

She muttered curses under her breath.

My hand trembled as I pushed the door wider.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the window, illuminating the scattered belongings on the floor.

Emmy stood by the bed, phone in hand, typing away at a furious pace.

Her makeup was smeared, and her hair was disheveled.

I leaned against the doorframe, my shoulders tensed.

Emmy yanked open a dresser drawer and started digging through it.

"Look at this place. It's like a pigsty! My ex kept his room spotless, and you can't even do basic cleaning."

The sun's rays highlighted the dust particles dancing in the air as Emmy moved around.

Something caught my eye.

In the shadows beneath the bed, I saw something shift.

It was small, moving in the darkness.

Emmy didn't notice it as she kicked a stray sock across the floor, still focused on her phone.

I bent down, reached into the shadows, and pulled out a small, forgotten box labeled "Memories."