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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, everything was great.
She was sweet, caring, and loving.
She’d listen to me when I needed someone to talk to, even if it was about something stupid.
But the more we hung out with her friends, the more I started noticing that she wasn’t as great as she seemed at first.
Every time we were alone, she’d start pointing out what I was doing wrong.
It got to the point where I’d have to be extra careful, making sure I didn’t do anything that would make her fly off the handle.
One night, we were having dinner at this restaurant she liked going to.
I had accidentally knocked over my drink, and before I could stop her, she had yelled at me in front of everyone in the place.
I just sat there and took it.
I tried to be patient and understanding.
I figured that maybe she was having a bad day.
However, as the days went by, it became clear that it wasn’t just a bad day.
It was like that all the time.
She’d criticize me for everything.
The way I dressed, my hair, what I watched on TV, even how I drove.
It got so bad that I didn’t want to do anything anymore.
I pull into a quiet parking lot near the coffee shop where Emmy works.
I grip the steering wheel, rehearsing what I’m going to say.
I look through the window and see her wiping down tables.
Her shift is about to end.
I check my phone and see that Natalia has sent me three texts telling me to stand up for myself.
Taking a deep breath, I step out of the car and walk inside.
The bell chimes as I enter.
Emmy looks up, already frowning at my casual outfit.
Before she can comment on it, I ask if we can talk somewhere private.
She rolls her eyes but follows me to the corner table.
She crosses her arms, looking at me like I’m a child who’s about to get in trouble.
I look around the coffee shop and notice that it’s empty.
The afternoon sun is shining through the window, casting harsh shadows on Emmy’s face.
I lean against the brick wall, keeping a safe distance from her.
My hands shake slightly as I try to explain how her constant criticism hurts me.
I tell her that it makes me feel like I’m not good enough for her.
She looks at me for a moment, and for a second, her face softens.
But then she frowns again and steps closer to me.
She jabs her finger into my chest, listing all the things I do wrong.
"You’re late. You dress like crap. You’re always making mistakes."
I cut her off mid-sentence.
"What’s really bothering you?"
Her eyes widen in surprise, and for the first time in months, she falls silent.
I take advantage of the moment and reach out for her hand.
"Emmy, I know there's something deeper going on here," I say softly, trying to meet her gaze.
She hesitates, her eyes flickering with uncertainty before she finally whispers, "I’m scared you’ll leave me like everyone else did."
The confession hangs between us, and I squeeze her hand gently, realizing this is the crack in her armor I've been waiting for.