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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.
Things were going great at first.
She was sweet, funny, caring, and just a joy to be around.
However, I feel like she’s been slowly changing on me lately.
At first, it was little things here and there.
Like how she would make fun of my hair or my clothes, but being a patient guy, I let it go thinking she was just having a bad day.
Yet, it’s become a daily thing.
She constantly finds something to criticize about me or point out something I’m supposedly doing wrong.
At the beginning of our relationship, she would often compliment me or praise me when I did something right, but now it feels like she only focuses on the negative.
It’s come to the point where I feel like I can never satisfy her or make her happy.
I don’t know if it’s because she’s comparing me to her ex or if she’s just not used to being with a guy like me, but it’s really getting on my nerves.
I pull into my driveway after dropping Emmy off at her place.
She was pissed off because I was late picking her up from her girls’ night, but I couldn’t help it.
There was a huge accident on the highway that slowed traffic down to a crawl.
I tried to explain that to her, but she just got angry and told me I should’ve left earlier.
I usually text her goodnight when I get home, but tonight I just switch my phone over to silent mode and toss it on the nightstand.
The next morning, I wake up early and head to the kitchen to make some coffee.
Emmy and I always meet up in the break room at work for our morning cups, but today I’m going to skip it.
I’ll just make my own here at home and take it with me in a thermos.
I’m not trying to be mean or hurt her feelings, but sometimes you have to take a step back and reevaluate things.
When my phone buzzes on the counter, I glance over and see it’s Emmy calling me.
I let it go straight to voicemail and then head out the door for work. At lunchtime, instead of sitting with Emmy like we usually do, I grab a sandwich and head outside to eat with some of my coworkers who sit on the other side of the building.
Emmy texts me asking where I am, but I just tell her I’m eating outside with some friends from another department.
She asks if she can come join us, but I tell her no because we’re discussing business stuff.
I know she’s probably mad at me right now, but hopefully she’ll cool off by tonight when we hang out again.
I keep my phone on silent all day long and only respond to Emmy’s texts with short answers when she asks me what I’m doing or where I am.
It’s not that I don’t want to talk to her; it’s just that sometimes you need a little space in a relationship so you don’t get too clingy or suffocated. When I get home from work tonight, my phone is buzzing like crazy on the nightstand.
I pick it up and see that Emmy has sent me about ten angry texts demanding to know why I didn’t answer her calls today or why I didn’t meet her for coffee this morning or why I sat with someone else at lunchtime.
I sigh heavily as I read through them all and then set my phone back down without responding.
I realize that maybe it's time for a serious conversation about where this relationship is heading.
I’m sitting in my car, parked on the street outside Emmy’s apartment, staring at the screen of my phone where her latest text is.
"Why are you avoiding me?!"
Her message demands.
My hands grip the steering wheel as I rehearse what I’m going to say to her.
Through the windshield, I watch her pacing back and forth on her balcony.
She’s got her phone pressed up to her ear and is probably complaining to her friends about me right now.
The streetlights flicker on as evening sets in.
I type out "We need to talk" but then delete it.
That’s too cliché.
Instead, I send: "I’m outside. Can we talk in person?"
Her silhouette freezes on the balcony as she reads my message on her phone.
She looks down toward the street and spots my car parked below before she disappears inside the apartment building.
A few moments later, she swings open the passenger door and slides into the seat beside me.
"Why didn’t you just come up?" she asks, her voice a mix of irritation and concern.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Emmy, I think we need to talk about how things have been between us lately."
