MidReal Story

The Truth About My Girl

Lucas Allen

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 and caring.

But over time, I’ve noticed that she’s become more and more critical of me.

She’s always finding fault in me, and comparing me to her ex. I try to be patient and understanding, but it’s getting really frustrating.

I feel like I can’t do anything right in her eyes.

I started to wonder if she’s the right girl for me.

"Hey Jamie, how are you doing?"

Emmy asked as soon as she sat down in my car.

"I’m doing good. How about you?"

I replied.

"Good. I was thinking that we could go to the beach today," she said.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

After a few minutes of driving, I realized that I was going in the wrong direction.

"Emmy, I think that we are going the wrong way," I said.

"No, this is the right way. It’s faster than the way you usually go," she replied confidently.

I was pretty sure that she was wrong, but I let it go and followed her directions.

We ended up getting lost and it took us over 30 minutes longer to get to the beach.

When we finally got there, Emmy was angry with me for getting us lost.

"Jamie, you’re such an idiot. You should have listened to me and taken the other route," she said.

"I’m sorry. I thought that you knew where you were going."

I pulled over to the side of the road, in a quiet spot overlooking the water.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to keep my anger in check.

She started ranting about how I was always getting us lost and how her ex would never have made a mistake like that.

After a few minutes, her words became background noise.

Something inside of me shifted and I turned off the engine.

I turned to face her and cut off her tirade mid-sentence.

"Emmy, I can’t do this anymore."

She blinked at me, caught off guard by my sudden interruption.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can’t take this anymore. I can’t be with someone who is always so critical of me."

"Jamie, you’re being really childish. You’re acting just like my ex did," she said.

I sighed and gathered my keys.

"I’m sorry Emmy. I think that it would be best if you called your mom for a ride home."

She glared at me, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Fine. I don’t want to be with you anyway. You’re not even close to being as good as my ex."

She got out of the car and started walking away.

I sat in the car for a few minutes, watching the sunset over the water.

The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, with clouds scattered across it.

The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dashboard.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my messages.

I had a few from my friends, but nothing important.

I decided to check my email and saw that I had a message from my insurance company.

I needed to update my policy, so I pulled out my paperwork from the glove compartment.

As I flipped through the stack of papers, one caught my eye.

It was a folded piece of paper with my name written on it.

I pulled it out and unfolded it.

It was a letter addressed to me, but there was no return address on it.

I looked at the envelope again and saw that it had been mailed from Florida.

I wondered who could have sent me a letter from Florida.

"Jamie, it’s from your dad," a voice said, startling me.

I turned to see my friend Alex standing by the car, holding a coffee in each hand.

"My dad? But he hasn’t contacted me in years."