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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 while since Emmy and I have been getting along great.
Lately, she has been nothing but critical.
I was patient and didn’t want to give up on our relationship.
I thought maybe she was going through something and needed my help.
However, things only got worse.
I was at the bar with my friends when Emmy walked in.
She looked unhappy to see me with the guys and girls I’ve known for years.
"Who is she?"
Emmy asked, glaring at Natalia Hayes, a mutual friend of ours.
"She is Natalia. You met her before," I told her.
I didn’t understand why she was acting like she didn’t know who Natalia was.
"I don’t remember. Why don’t I remember her?" she asked.
"Because you never paid any attention to her. You’re always paying attention to your ex. That’s your problem," Natalia told her.
"What did you say?"
Emmy asked, glaring at her.
I stepped between them, raising my hands in a calming gesture.
The other bar patrons began to stare at us as they noticed the argument brewing.
Emmy’s face turned red as she tried to push past me to get to Natalia.
"Let’s take this outside," I suggested, trying to keep my voice steady as my heart raced.
Natalia backed away, heading toward our group of friends who had stopped playing pool to watch the confrontation unfold.
Emmy jabbed her finger into my chest.
"Move, Jamie. This isn’t about you."
"Emmy, please, just tell me what's really going on," I pleaded, trying to catch her eye.
She hesitated, glancing at Natalia before finally whispering, "I think I'm losing my memory, and I'm scared."
Natalia's expression softened as she stepped forward, saying, "Then let us help you figure this out together."
I guided Emmy to a quiet corner booth, away from the curious stares of the other patrons.
She slumped into the seat, her earlier aggression melting into visible exhaustion.
Natalia slid in across from us, her expression transformed from anger to genuine concern.
"Emmy, what do you mean you're losing your memory?" she asked gently.
Emmy's hands trembled as she replied, "I keep forgetting things. My mother's birthday, our anniversary date, even the name of my childhood pet."
I noticed tears forming in her eyes, something I hadn't seen since we first started dating.