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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
It’s been a month since Emmy and I started dating.
At first, everything was perfect.
She was sweet, caring, and loving.
However, over the past few days, I’ve noticed that she’s changed.
She’s become more critical and demanding.
I’ve tried to be patient and understanding, but it’s getting harder by the day.
"Jamie, you should get a haircut. My ex used to look great with his hair like that," she says, putting down my clothes as we get ready to go out.
I try not to let her words get to me, but it’s hard when she constantly finds fault in me and compares me to her ex.
We used to go out every night, but now we hardly do anything together.
When we do, all she ever does is talk about her ex and how great he was.
I try not to let it get to me, but it’s hard when all we ever do is talk about her ex.
I thought that I was supposed to be the one in the relationship, but it doesn’t feel like it anymore.
It feels like I’m just along for the ride in her life.
We used to talk all night when we first started dating, but now she hardly says anything to me.
We’re at our usual diner, and I’m sitting across from Emmy in our usual booth.
I’m pushing around the cold fries on my plate with my fork as she texts on her phone.
The fluorescent lights in the diner make her look pale and sickly.
She’s not even bothering to look up at me.
My hands are shaking slightly as I set down my fork.
"Emmy, why do you keep comparing me to your ex?"
She looks up at me, her eyes narrowing.
Her phone clatters onto the table.
She leans forward, her voice sharp.
"Because he knew how to dress. How to act. How to be someone worth showing off."
I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white.
The waitress approaches with the check, but stops when she sees how tense we are.
I take a deep breath, stand up, and walk out without looking back.
I circle around the block and pull back into the parking lot.
I can see Emmy through the window, still sitting in our booth.
She doesn’t even look up to see if I’m coming back.
I sit in my car, watching her as she scrolls through her phone.
Twenty minutes pass, and she’s still scrolling.
She’s probably looking at old photos of her ex again.
My hands grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white.
When Emmy finally walks out, she leaves her phone on the table while she goes to the bathroom.
Without thinking, I rush inside and slide into her usual booth.
The passcode is easy—her ex’s birthday.
