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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
I remember the first time Emmy and I hung out.
She was so sweet and caring.
Every time I spoke to her, she would listen and be very understanding.
When we started dating, everything was perfect.
We would go on dates, have fun, and just enjoy each other's company.
However, as time went on, she started to change.
She began criticizing me for every little thing and would constantly compare me to her ex. I tried to be patient and understanding, hoping that she would go back to being the girl I first met.
It's been a year and she hasn't changed.
The only thing that has changed is that I have begun to realize that I deserve better than someone who constantly tries to tear me down.
"Jamie, you should really try harder," Emmy said as she sat on the couch in our living room.
I had just finished cooking our dinner and was trying to make a conversation.
I set the plates down on the coffee table and sat down next to her.
She picked at her food with her fork, pushing the chicken around but not taking a bite.
The only sound in the room was the clinking of silverware against our plates.
I reached for the TV remote to turn it on and fill the awkward silence.
"He always knew how to cook properly," Emmy scoffed.
My grip on my fork tightened as I felt the familiar pressure build in my chest.
I counted to ten in my head, just like my friend Natalia had suggested.
Emmy continued to list all of the things that I did wrong, each word hitting me like a hammer.
I stood up, took a deep breath, and walked out the door without looking back.
I paused on the front steps of our apartment building, my hand gripping the cool metal railing.
The night air was crisp and refreshing, helping to clear my head.
I could hear footsteps behind me and tensed up, preparing for another verbal attack.
However, instead of a harsh comment, Emmy's fingers wrapped around my wrist.
Her grip was surprisingly gentle compared to her words.
I turned to face her, expecting her to tell me how her ex would never walk out during dinner.
Instead, I saw her mask slipping.
Her mascara was slightly smudged and her lower lip trembled.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.