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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 few months since Emmy and I started going out.
At first, she was perfect.
Hot, sweet, and caring.
But the more time we spend together, the more she turns into this criticizing person who always nags at me.
I try to be patient, but it’s getting harder every day.
"Jamie, you’re eating too much. You should stop now."
We were at a restaurant having lunch.
I looked down at my plate, and then at her.
"You know I like to eat a lot, right? And I don’t think I’ve eaten that much."
She frowned.
"Well, you’ve had two burgers already."
"Emmy, I always eat two burgers. And I always order three fries. Now, would you mind leaving me alone when I’m eating? This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. I don’t like being told what to do or criticized all the time."
She huffed.
"Fine. Sorry."
I took her hand in mine.
"It’s okay. Let’s just drop it for now. But you need to stop doing this. It pisses me off."
She nodded and smiled sweetly.
Things were always like this.
I pushed my half-eaten burger away, no longer hungry.
The lunch crowd was busy in the restaurant, but I ignored them all and watched Emmy’s face.
Her smile was sweet, but it didn’t reach her eyes anymore.
I leaned forward, hands clasped on the table.
"Why do you keep doing this? The constant criticism, the comments about my eating. It’s not right."
Emmy’s smile faltered.
She stabbed at her salad with her fork, not looking at me.
I waited for an answer, but she said nothing.
Finally, she looked up.
Her eyes were hard.
"Because someone needs to tell you these things," she snapped.
"You just don’t get it."
She went back to her salad, and I gripped the edge of the table until my knuckles turned white.
"Jamie, why do you always wear those ratty old shorts?"
Emmy asked me as I was getting ready to go out with her one day.
"I like them. And they’re comfortable."
"But they’re so old and worn out. Don’t you think you should wear something nicer?"
"My shorts are fine. You need to stop worrying about what I wear."
"I just think you should look more put together. Like my ex did. He always dressed nice."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed a shirt out of my closet.
"I’m going to go shower now."
"Jamie, don’t eat so much. You’ll get fat," Emmy said as we were eating dinner one night.
"Emmy, I’ve already told you this pisses me off," I said. "But your stomach is starting to hang over your belt a bit," she said.
"And your arms are getting a little flabby too. My ex had nice muscles. He worked out every day."
"I’m done eating now. Goodbye."
I got up and left the table without waiting for her response.
"Jamie, why do you drive such a crappy car? My ex had a nice car," Emmy asked one day when we were in my car.
"This car is fine. Now would you please stop talking about your ex?"
"He had a lot of good qualities," she said.
"Like what?"
I asked sarcastically.
"Well…"
She thought for a moment before answering.
"He was really good at giving massages. He gave me one every night."
"That’s nice," I said dryly.
"You could learn to do that if you tried," she said.
"It’s just common courtesy when you’re dating someone."
I sat in my car outside of her favorite bar, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel.
She was supposed to be done with girls’ night an hour ago, but she was nowhere to be found.
"Jamie, where are you? I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes already. My ex would never be this late," she said when I finally called her.
"I’m sorry, Emmy. Traffic was really bad. I’m like five minutes away."
"Fine. Hurry up."
She hung up.
I rolled my eyes and pulled into the parking lot.
I could see Emmy standing out front of the bar with her arms crossed, glaring at me.
I sighed and got out of my car.
"Sorry," I said as I approached her.
"You’re late again."
She said.
"I just told you, traffic was bad."
She huffed and turned to walk away.
"Jamie, your ex was so much better than you. He would have been here early," she said as she walked ahead of me.
Something inside me snapped.
I started mimicking her voice, batting my eyelashes dramatically.
"Oh, your ex was so perfect, wasn’t he? I bet he could teleport through traffic. Did he fly here on his magical unicorn?"
Emmy’s face turned red as she turned to glare at me.
"He probably had birds dress him in the morning too. And they probably sprinkled rose petals everywhere he walked."
"Jamie, stop it. You're being ridiculous," she said, her voice sharp.
"Am I? Or am I just tired of hearing about this perfect ex of yours?" I shot back, my frustration boiling over.
Emmy hesitated, her eyes softening for a moment. "I just... I miss how things used to be."