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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 thought things were going great with Emmy, but the more time I spent with her, the more she criticized me.
At first, it was little things, like how I dressed or how I talked.
It even got to the point where she would tell me what to wear.
She compared me to her ex-boyfriend all the time and seemed to want me to be more like him.
I tried my best to be patient and understanding, but it was getting harder and harder.
Emmy wasn’t the sweet girl that she used to be.
She was turning into someone that I didn’t want to be around anymore.
I thought that maybe if I tried just a little bit harder, things would go back to normal again.
It didn’t matter how hard I tried; it just seemed to get worse and worse.
I found myself wanting to stay away from her and be with my friends instead.
They didn’t make me feel bad about myself and were always sweet and supportive.
I pull into a parking spot and turn off the engine.
The silence between us is thick and heavy.
Emmy’s scowl deepens as she looks at her phone, pointedly ignoring me.
The streetlight casts harsh shadows across her face, making her look older and more worn out than she actually is.
She’s not the sweet girl that I met last year.
I grip the steering wheel tightly, trying to gather my courage to speak.
Something’s wrong, and it’s not just me that she’s angry with.
"Emmy," I say quietly, trying to catch her eye.
"Are you okay?"
She stiffens in her seat, and I notice her knuckles turning white around her phone.
At a red light, I quickly check my phone.
The screen lights up with a message from Natalia.
"Tell me pls I'm here for u I'm worried really."
I look up to see Emmy glaring at me.
"What are you looking at?" she snaps.
"Who’s texting you this late?"
I slip the phone back into my pocket, not answering her question.
She’s not going to like it if I tell her that Natalia’s been texting me all night.
"Jamie," Emmy says, her voice growing louder.
"Who’s texting you?"
I look straight ahead, waiting for the light to turn green.
Emmy reaches across the console and grabs at my phone in my pocket.
I have to hold it away from her.
"Give me that."
"What are you hiding?" she demands, her voice rising.
"Nothing."
My hands are shaking, and Emmy notices it too.