MidReal Story

The Truth About My Girl

Laurent

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

It’s been a few months since Emmy and I started going out.

At first, she was really sweet.

But now, she’s always on my case about something.

I feel like I can’t do anything right anymore.

And it doesn’t help that she constantly brings up her ex, who was apparently perfect.

I’ve tried to be patient and understanding, but it’s getting harder and harder.

"Emmy, I told you. I was working late with some friends. I wasn’t out at some bar with girls all over the place."

I try to keep my voice calm, but Emmy is making this conversation extremely difficult.

"I don’t know why you feel the need to lie to me, Jamie," she huffs.

"I just told you, I’m not lying."

"Why should I believe you? Your friends are all players. I’m sure you’re just like them," she snaps.

"Emmy, I swear. Nothing happened. Can we just drop it?"

I sigh.

"Fine, but if I find out you’re lying to me, it will be over between us," she warns.

I want to tell her that if she didn’t trust me, then maybe we shouldn’t be together.

But I don’t want to lose her.

I lean against the kitchen counter, watching Emmy pace back and forth across the living room floor.

Her heels click against the hardwood, each step making me flinch.

The afternoon sun casts long shadows through the blinds, highlighting the tension in her face.

My hands grip the counter’s edge as I try to think of what to say.

The constant accusations are wearing me down.

I push off from the counter, take a hesitant step toward her, and reach for her hand.

She pulls away sharply, crossing her arms over her chest.

I follow her into the living room, hoping she’ll calm down.

But she’s still fuming.

Her fingers tap out a staccato beat against her crossed arms as she continues to glare at me.

The air feels thick with unspoken words.

I take another step closer, and this time she doesn’t turn away.

Instead, her shoulders drop just a fraction, and I take it as a sign that maybe I can reach her.

I place my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn’t pull away.

The anger in her eyes softens slightly, and I take that as a good sign too.

"Emmy, can we talk about this somewhere else?"

I suggest.

The fluorescent lights in the kitchen are harsh and unforgiving, casting an unflattering glow over everything they touch.

I want to be able to see her face, to read the emotions in her eyes, but the kitchen isn’t the right place for that.

She nods once before turning and walking toward the hallway.