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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
firstperson protagonist, male, boyfriend, relationships with Emmy and friends, average build, brown hair, conflicted and patient
Emmy Knight
protagonist, female, girlfriend, relationship with Jamie and friends, slender with blonde hair, initially sweet but now critical
Natalia Hayes
side protagonist, female, 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 days, I’ve noticed that she’s changed.
She’s become more critical and demanding.
Last night was the worst.
She kept pointing out all the things I did wrong and how my friends were so much better than me.
She would always compare me to her ex-boyfriend, who was wealthy.
Today is no different.
"Jamie, can you pass me the salt?"
Emmy snapped at me.
I narrowed my eyes at her tone but decided to ignore it.
"Here," I said as I handed her the salt.
"Thank you," she muttered before placing the salt down on the table.
I watched her pick at her food.
The scraping of her fork against the plate was irritating me.
It was one of those things that I hated, but she did it anyway.
She knew it bothered me, yet she continued to do it.
I could tell by the way she was picking at her food that she was upset about something.
I had a feeling I knew what it was about.
"Jamie, I don’t know how much more of this I can take," Emmy said, breaking the silence between us.
"What do you mean?"
I asked as I looked up from my own plate.
"This," Emmy said as she gestured around the restaurant.
"I mean, this is nice and all, but my ex would always take me to better places than this."
I set my own fork down on the table.
My hands were trembling slightly as I forced myself to look directly at her.
"Emmy, I thought you liked this place. You said it was one of your favorites."
I said.
Emmy sighed.
"I do like this place, but it’s not the best. The wine selection is mediocre at best."
I stared down at my half-eaten pasta.
I remembered the first time Emmy and I came to this restaurant.
She laughed at my jokes and touched my hand across the table.
Now, she just scrolled through her phone, occasionally looking up to point out another thing that was wrong with me or the restaurant.
The waiter dropped off our check and Emmy picked it up immediately.
She examined the total before muttering something about how overpriced the meals were.
I reached for my wallet in my back pocket, feeling the weight of my credit card inside.
I knew Emmy wouldn’t offer to split the bill with me.
I gripped the leather seat of my chair tightly as I gathered enough courage to say something different.
"Emmy, how about we do something different?"
"Like what, Jamie?" she asked, barely glancing up from her phone.
"Let's talk about us, about why things have changed," I suggested, my voice steady despite the knot in my stomach.
She paused, finally meeting my gaze, and said, "Maybe it's time we admit that we're not as perfect together as we thought."