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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 few months since Emmy and I started going out.
At first, everything was perfect.
She was sweet, caring, and loving.
However, over time, I’ve noticed that she’s become more critical of me.
I’ve tried to be patient and understanding, but it’s getting harder.
It all started when she’d make little comments here and there.
Then, one day, she made a comment about how I wasn’t as funny as her ex-boyfriend.
I tried to brush it off, but it hurt her to hear me say that.
Things have continued to go downhill from there.
I pull up outside of Emmy’s favorite coffee shop, parking in the lot that’s located behind the building.
She slides into the passenger seat, and we sit there in silence.
I don’t know where to go from here, but I know that starting another argument won’t do any good.
Finally, I break the silence by suggesting that we go inside and talk over a cup of coffee.
Emmy nods, and we both get out of the car.
We walk inside the coffee shop, and I’m surprised to see how empty it is.
We find a quiet corner booth that’s away from the other customers.
I sit down across from Emmy and look at her expectantly.
She doesn’t make eye contact with me, instead choosing to stare down at her latte.
She stirs it mechanically with her spoon while she tries to think of something to say.
I sit there quietly, watching her as she tries to figure out what to say. After a few minutes, she finally looks up at me.
Her eyes are filled with sadness, and I can tell that she’s been crying earlier tonight.
"Jamie," she says softly, "I don’t know what you want me to say."
I take a deep breath before I respond.
"I want you to tell me how you really feel about us," I say gently.
She sets her spoon down on the table with a clink.
Her perfectly manicured nails tap against the ceramic mug as she tries to gather her thoughts.
She opens her mouth to speak, but then closes it again without saying anything.
"Jamie, I feel like I'm losing myself trying to be someone I'm not," she finally admits, her voice trembling slightly.
I lean forward, my heart pounding. "What do you mean by that, Emmy?"
She looks away, her eyes focusing on a distant point outside the window. "I've been comparing you to him because I'm scared of how much I actually care about you."
I reach out across the table, my hand hovering over hers.
The sun is shining in through the window, casting a warm glow over everything.
It’s late in the afternoon, and the cafe is starting to fill up with people who are looking for a pick-me-up before they head back to work.
The sounds of espresso machines and chatter fill the air as we sit here in our little corner booth.
Emmy flinches slightly at my movement, but she doesn’t pull her hand away.
The coffee between us is growing cold as I try to figure out what to say next.
Her mascara has smudged under her eyes from crying earlier, and she dabs at it with a napkin.
It’s the most vulnerable I’ve seen her in months, and it takes me aback.
Finally, I take her hand in mine.