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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 weeks, I’ve noticed that she’s changed.
She’s become more critical and demanding.
I try to be patient and understanding, but it’s getting harder by the day.
"Jamie, you should get a haircut. My ex always looked great with his brown hair short. Why don’t I take you to his barber?"
We’re having lunch with some friends at a local café, and she’s just placed her hand over mine and made this comment.
I pull my hand away and frown.
"Emmy, my hair is fine. I don’t want to look like your ex. Can we please just focus on us and not always bring up your past relationships?"
I ask her gently.
She looks hurt and pouts for a moment before she speaks.
"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want you to look your best. I care about you," she says softly.
I sigh and take her hand in mine.
"I appreciate that. I care about you too. Let’s just try to avoid bringing up your past relationships. It makes me feel uncomfortable."
She nods and gives my hand a gentle squeeze.
For a moment, she looks down at the dessert menu that’s been sitting on the table.
Her expression goes from hurt to contemplative.
Then she reaches out and grabs it, running her manicured fingers over the laminated surface.
She pushes it toward me.
"Let me make it up to you. Pick anything you want."
The waiter is hovering nearby, notepad ready in his hand.
I look at the options, but my friends are all chatting among themselves and I’m not really in the mood for dessert.
"Chocolate lava cake," I say finally, pointing to the option on the menu.
Emmy smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
"That’s what my ex always got," she starts to say before she catches herself and clears her throat.
"Okay, sounds good. I’ll get the same," she says.
The waiter nods and takes our menus.
I stare at my untouched lava cake, listening as Emmy chats with our friends about her ex’s culinary skills.
Under the table, my hands clench into fists.
"He used to make this amazing tiramisu. It was seriously the best thing I’ve ever had."
Natalia catches my eye from across the table.
She raises a brow and looks concerned.
I force a smile and shake my head slightly.
She nods and turns back to the conversation.
Emmy gets up to go to the bathroom, and Natalia leans forward, whispering, "You okay?"
I nod, but we both know it’s a lie.
The waiter arrives with the check, and I reach for my wallet.
Emmy returns from the bathroom before I can pull out my card.
"Let me get this," she says, reaching for the check.
"No, it’s fine. I’ve got it," I say firmly.
She pouts and crosses her arms over her chest.
"My ex always insisted on paying."
I take a deep breath, trying to keep my frustration in check.
"Emmy, I’m not your ex, and I don’t want to be compared to him all the time."
Her eyes widen slightly, and she bites her lip, looking genuinely surprised.
