MidReal Story

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

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

At first, she was really sweet.

But the more we hang out, the more she’s started to nitpick and criticize me.

I’ve tried to be patient and understanding.

I figured all girls are like that to some extent.

But it’s getting old.

We were hanging out in my room, watching a movie, when she started in on me again.

"Jamie, you should really cut your hair. It’s too long."

"Emmy, I’m flattered you care about my appearance, but I’m fine with my hair the way it is."

She huffs and crosses her arms, pouting.

"Fine. But you should get some contacts. Brown eyes are boring."

I’m starting to get annoyed.

"I like my eyes…"

Before I can finish my thought, she cuts me off.

"Jamie, you’re not listening to me."

Her tone is soft and seductive.

I feel my annoyance melt away.

I’m about to apologize for upsetting her, when she leans forward and kisses me.

Her lips are soft against mine.

I lean into the kiss, enjoying the feel of her mouth on mine.

But as we pull back, something feels off.

I look into her eyes, trying to read what’s going on in that head of hers.

She gives me a sweet smile—the kind of smile she gave me when we first started dating.

The one that makes my heart melt.

"Jamie, I’m sorry. I’m just stressed out with work and school. I didn’t mean to be too critical. I love you just the way you are."

Her words are tender, but something about them feels calculated.

She moves her finger along my jaw, tracing my face with a feather-light touch.

I let her continue her gentle caress, watching her as she smiles sweetly at me.

Then she leans forward again, trying to kiss me.

"Wait, Emmy," I say, pulling back slightly.

Her eyes widen, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

She pulls away, her face darkening.

She sits on the edge of my bed, her shoulders stiff and tense.

She starts fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

I stand across from her, watching as she adjusts her tactics.

Her voice drops to a whisper as she pats the space beside her.

"Jamie, why don’t we make love? It’s been so long since you’ve touched me."

She looks up through her lashes, her eyes cold despite the sultry tone in her voice.

I cross my arms over my chest and lean back against my desk, keeping a safe distance from her.

She stands abruptly, the mask slipping.

She grabs her purse from the floor and starts to walk away.