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MidReal Story
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 while since Emmy and I have been getting along great.
Lately, she has been nothing but critical.
I try to be patient with her, hoping she will go back to normal soon.
But every time I think she is back to her old self, she proves me wrong.
Like right now.
We just got done eating at this restaurant.
Emmy has been picking at me all through dinner, and I’m ready to get out of here.
"I don’t know why you ordered that. You should have just ordered a salad," she says, giving me a look.
"You know I don’t like salads."
"Jamie, you need to watch your figure. You are starting to look a little on the heavy side."
My friends have been telling me that I’ve been getting a little heavy, but Emmy never said anything about it until now.
"I’m not heavy, Emmy. I’m average. Most guys my height weigh a little more than I do."
"Well, you’re heavier than your ex. I’m sure he was better looking than you as well."
That pisses me off.
Why does she always have to bring him up?
"If you are going to keep comparing me to him, then maybe we shouldn’t be together."
"Jamie, don’t get mad. I was just saying."
I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles whitening as I try to calm down.
The chatter of the restaurant fades into the background, and all I can think about is how she is always comparing me to her ex.
It’s never-ending.
She thinks he was better looking than me, that he had a better job than I do, that he was better in bed than I am.
I’m trying not to let it get to me, but it’s hard when she keeps saying it.
I look up at her and see she is sipping her wine.
She seems to be completely oblivious to how what she said affected me.
The waiter comes by and drops off our check.
"Jamie, are you going to pay this? Or do I need to?"
Emmy asks as she looks at the check.
"Of course I’m going to pay this. What makes you ask that?"
"Well, my ex always paid for dinner. He never made me pay."
That’s it.
I remember Natalia telling me about Emmy’s ex and how he had affairs on her all the time.
My chair scrapes against the floor as I push back from the table.
I stand up, leaving her with the check and a silence she can't ignore.
I push through the heavy glass doors of the restaurant and out onto the sidewalk.
My hands are still shaking from our confrontation.
I hear Emmy call my name from behind me, but I keep walking.
The evening traffic creates a buffer of white noise that drowns out her voice.
I turn left onto Madison Avenue, passing the neon signs of closed shops.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
I pull it out and see three texts from Emmy.
Then four.
Then five.
I silence it without reading them.
A couple passes me, laughing together.