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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.
However, over time, things have changed.
It all started when she would make little comments here and there.
Things that didn’t seem to matter at first but have slowly become more critical.
I tried my best to be patient and understanding but now I feel like I can never do anything right in her eyes.
I pull into the driveway of my apartment complex and park.
Emmy continues to berate me for my driving, but I don’t say anything back.
Instead, I let her words wash over me as I park the car.
Once I turn off the engine, she finally stops talking.
I take a deep breath and get out of the car.
She follows me into my unit, going straight to the kitchen.
I follow behind her, watching as she opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water.
She unscrews the cap and pours herself a glass before holding it out to me.
I take it from her and set it on the counter next to where she’s standing.
She’s still talking about how bad of a driver I am compared to her ex when I turn around to face her.
"Emmy," I say, trying to keep my voice steady, "I think we need to take a break."
She looks at me, stunned into silence for the first time in months.
Her hand begins to shake, and the glass of water slips from her fingers, shattering on the kitchen floor.
She stares at me with wide eyes, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
For once, there isn’t any sharp edge to her expression.
I stand my ground, even as my heart pounds against my ribs.
The water spreads across the tile, soaking into her designer shoes.
She doesn’t seem to notice.
Her face loses all its color, and she grips the edge of the counter for support.
"You can’t mean that," she says in a voice barely above a whisper.