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 and caring.
But now, she’s always on my case about something.
I feel like I can never do anything right.
I feel like I’m walking on eggshells when we’re together.
At first, she never wanted to talk about her ex. Now, all she ever does is talk about him.
Every single day, it’s ‘my ex did…’, ‘my ex would never…’, ‘my ex is so much better…’
I don’t know who this damn ex of hers is, but he must have been a fucking saint.
It’s like she’s constantly trying to make me feel inadequate.
I’ve tried being patient and understanding.
I’ve tried to give her the benefit of the doubt.
But it’s getting harder and harder.
We’re at the cinema with some friends, including Natalia Hayes, who is just an acquaintance of Emmy’s.
We were all at school together.
Emmy is being critical of me as usual.
"You know, Jamie, you really should get your hair cut," she tells me.
"It’s far too long."
I stand up from my seat.
"I’m just going to get some popcorn," I mutter, not really wanting to respond to her comment.
She rolls her eyes.
"Of course you are. You can’t sit still for five minutes."
I pretend not to hear that one.
As I walk down the dimly lit aisle, I catch Natalia giving me a sympathetic look.
The theater is nearly empty, with just a few people waiting for the movie to start.
At the concession stand, there’s a short line of people waiting to place their orders.
I join the end of the line and wait my turn.
The teenage clerk looks bored as he scoops popcorn for the couple ahead of me.
As I wait, I feel a gentle touch on my arm.
I turn to see Natalia standing next to me, holding her empty soda cup.
She must have come over while I was distracted by the couple in front of me.
"Hey, Jamie," she says softly.
"Are you okay? Emmy can be a little harsh sometimes."
I look down at her, surprised by her concern.
She’s always been nice, but we’ve never really talked much before.
Now, as I look into her eyes, I notice how pretty she is.
She has long blonde hair and blue eyes that sparkle when she smiles.
"Thanks," I say softly.
"I’m fine."
Natalia smiles.
"Good. So what do you think of the game last week?"
She asks, referring to our weekly game night that Emmy had skipped out on.
"It was pretty funny. Especially when you fell off your chair."
I grin.
"Yeah. That was hilarious."
Natalia giggles, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners.
I find myself leaning closer to her as we talk, angling my body toward hers in a subconscious display of interest.
The teenage clerk calls ‘Next!’ and looks at me expectantly, but I pretend not to hear him.
"So did you hear about that new restaurant that just opened up?" Natalia asks, continuing our conversation.
I shake my head and open my mouth to reply, but before I can say anything, Emmy calls out from the entrance to the theater. "Jamie! Are you coming? The movie is about to start!"
I look up to see her standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest, watching us with narrowed eyes.
I nod and turn back to Natalia quickly.
"I’ll catch up with you later," I tell her softly before going over to place my order for popcorn and a drink.
As I wait for the clerk to prepare it, I glance back at Natalia through my peripheral vision.