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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 sweet and caring.
But now, she’s always on my case about something.
I feel like I can never do anything right.
I feel like I’m walking on eggshells whenever we’re together.
She’s always finding fault in me and comparing me to her ex, who was a total douche.
I thought that when we started going out, it would be different.
That maybe she wasn’t ready for a relationship before, but now she is.
Yet, here we are.
Things only seem to be getting worse.
"Are you listening to me?!"
Emmy yelled from the living room couch.
I rubbed my temples and sat down next to her.
"Yes, I’m listening. You don’t like my haircut."
"I didn’t say that," she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You’re doing that thing…"
She waved her hand near my face.
"What thing?"
"That thing with your mouth. I don’t like it."
"What thing with my mouth?"
I asked, confused.
I couldn’t figure out what she meant or what I was even doing with my mouth.
I forced a neutral expression and turned toward her.
"How was your day?"
I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the tension in my shoulders.
She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly annoyed that I was trying to change the subject.
Her fingers drummed against the armrest of the couch.
"Sarah is driving me crazy. She’s been doing this thing where she makes a comment about everything I do. I made a comment about her hair, and she had to make a comment about mine."
I nodded at appropriate intervals as she spoke, careful not to make any movements with my mouth that would set her off again.
When she finally stopped for breath, I asked, "Have you talked to her about it?"
She stood up abruptly, her face darkening.
I remained seated on the couch, watching her pace back and forth in front of me.
Her hands moved wildly as she continued ranting about Sarah, her voice growing louder with each step.
The throw pillow next to me had turned into a stress ball, my knuckles white as I gripped it tightly.
She stopped abruptly and turned to face me.
"Why aren’t you saying anything?"
Her narrowed eyes searched my face.
I didn’t say anything, just kept my expression blank.
The silence stretched between us for a long moment.
I consciously resisted the urge to fill the void with words to placate her.
Emmy’s face reddened as she realized I wasn’t going to jump to her defense this time.
"Why do you always do this?" she demanded, her voice trembling with frustration.
I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully.
"Maybe it's because I'm tired of feeling like I'm competing with your past."