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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.
We had been together for a few months and I was falling for her.
She was sweet, caring, and beautiful.
The exact type of girl I wanted to be with.
At least, that was how it felt in the beginning.
Now, she seemed to be constantly finding fault in me.
I couldn’t do anything right.
If I didn’t call her every day, she would get mad at me.
If I didn’t take her out every weekend, she would get angry.
If I didn’t have as much money as her ex did, which was a lot, she would get upset.
It seemed like no matter what I did, it was never good enough for her.
We were at this restaurant having lunch when all of a sudden she got up and left the table.
I had no idea why.
I was sitting there stunned when one of our mutual friends, Natalia Hayes, sat down with me.
"Do you have any idea what Emmy’s problem is?"
I asked her.
"She has been driving me crazy. I thought we were good. Now it seems like we are not anymore."
Natalia shook her head and sighed.
"I don’t know, Jamie.
I thought you two were good as well.
I don’t know what’s gotten into her lately.
She’s been acting really strange.
" I pushed my chair back and stood up, looking out the glass doors where Emmy had just exited.
Natalia stood up and reached for my arm.
"Maybe you should just let her cool off a bit. I’m sure she’ll come back in."
I shook her hand off my arm and walked between the crowded tables to the exit.
"Sorry," I said to a waiter whose elbow I bumped.
The afternoon sun was hot as I walked through the parking lot to where Emmy was standing by her car.
Her arms were crossed and one foot was tapping impatiently on the ground.
She had her designer purse hanging from her elbow, which was a gift from her ex-boyfriend that she never failed to mention. I approached her slowly with my hands in my pockets, rehearsing what to say to her.
The blacktop was hot and sun-baked.
I could feel it through the soles of my shoes as I walked.
Emmy was leaning against her car with her arms crossed.
The designer purse hung from her elbow, a gift from her ex-boyfriend that she never failed to mention.
Twenty feet away, I stopped and studied her expression.
Her jaw was clenched and her foot was still tapping against the asphalt.
Behind me, the restaurant door opened and Natalia stepped out, hovering uncertainly by the entrance.
Emmy’s eyes narrowed at me, then darted to Natalia.
She straightened up and adjusted the purse strap on her shoulder with deliberate slowness.
My hands were clammy as I closed the remaining distance between us.
I stopped three feet away, close enough to see the anger in her eyes but far enough that she couldn’t swat my hand away.
The summer heat radiated up from the blacktop and the distant rumble of cars passing on the nearby street filled the air.
Emmy shifted her weight, turning so the designer purse was facing me.
Behind us, Natalia’s footsteps paused by the restaurant entrance.
My throat felt dry as I extended my hand toward Emmy’s, moving slowly like I was approaching a cornered animal.
Emmy watched my fingers as they drew closer, her perfectly manicured nails drumming against her crossed arms.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my free hand.
The heat was intense, and I could see her makeup starting to run.
The parking lot felt like an oven, and I knew the designer purse must be burning against her bare arm.
"Look, I know you’re upset, but this heat isn’t helping. Why don’t we go to Crystal Springs Resort? You love their pool area."
Emmy’s expression shifted slightly.
She’d always had a weakness for that place, especially their private cabanas.
She uncrossed her arms but kept her distance, considering my offer.
"I don’t know if a pool can fix this, Jamie," she said, her voice tinged with frustration.
Natalia, still hovering by the entrance, called out, "Emmy, maybe you should just tell him what’s really bothering you."
Emmy sighed deeply and finally met my eyes, "It’s not just about us; it’s about what I found out yesterday."
I shifted my weight between my feet on the hot blacktop, waiting for her to continue.
The purse hung from her elbow, the designer logo glinting in the sunlight.
Behind me, Natalia took a few steps closer, her shoes clicking against the asphalt.
Emmy’s eyes darted between us again before settling on me.
She pulled out her phone and unlocked it with trembling fingers.
Then she thrust it toward my face, the screen displaying a text conversation.
My stomach dropped as I realized what she thought she’d discovered.
The messages were between me and her sister, but they weren’t the actual texts we’d exchanged three months ago about Emmy’s birthday surprise party.
I took a deep breath and tried to explain, but Emmy cut me off with a sharp wave of her hand.
She scrolled through more messages, each one doctored to look incriminating.
My hands shook as I pulled out my own phone, ready to show her the real conversation history between me and Sarah.
But before I could unlock it, Emmy snatched it from my grip.
Her manicured nails clicked against the screen as she typed in my passcode.
Behind us, Natalia stepped forward, "I remember helping with Emmy’s birthday party too."
Emmy hesitated, her eyes flickering with doubt as she glanced at Natalia.
"Wait, you mean this was all for my birthday?" she asked, her voice softening slightly.
Natalia nodded, "Yeah, Jamie and Sarah were planning it for weeks; I thought you knew."
I watched Emmy’s face closely, and for a moment, I thought I saw the truth sink in.
But then her expression tightened again.
She kept scrolling through my phone, comparing the fake texts to my real ones.
Natalia continued, "Sarah even booked the venue for you and made sure all your favorite foods were there. We were all so excited to surprise you."
Emmy’s grip on my phone tightened, and she cut Natalia off with a sharp "Stop."
Her voice was strained, almost desperate.
"Okay, I know about the party now. But there’s something else."
She pulled up another set of messages, dated weeks after her birthday.
My stomach dropped as I realized what they were—conversations with Sarah about how controlling and possessive Emmy had been acting.
Conversations I’d shared in confidence with Sarah, never intending for Emmy to see them.
Emmy's voice trembled as she spoke, "So, this is how you really feel about me?"
I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words, "Emmy, it was just me venting; I never meant for you to see those."
Natalia stepped in again, her tone gentle but firm, "Jamie was just worried about you, Emmy; we all were."
Emmy’s face shifted between hurt and anger as she scrolled through the messages, each one revealing months of frustration.
Every time she’d compared me unfavorably to her ex.
Every time she’d criticized my car, my job, my clothes.
Her hands shook as she scrolled, the designer purse sliding down her arm.
And then, tears welled up in her eyes when she reached the part where I’d confided in Sarah about feeling worthless.
Natalia moved closer, ready to intervene if things escalated further.
The weight of unspoken words finally broke me.
"Look, I love you Emmy," I started, my voice cracking.
I took a deep breath, forcing the words out.
"But... I can’t do this anymore."
She stiffened, still clutching my phone with the messages displayed.
The afternoon sun beat down on us, casting long shadows across the parking lot.
I gestured helplessly at the designer purse on her arm.
"You talk about Zeke like he’s perfect. Every time you compare us, every criticism... it feels like you’re just waiting to leave me for him."
Natalia stepped forward again, her voice filled with empathy.
"Emmy, we’re here for you. We care about you."
But before Emmy could respond, her grip on my phone loosened.
The phone slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the pavement.
Emmy's voice wavered as she whispered, "I didn't realize I was pushing you away."
Natalia placed a comforting hand on Emmy's shoulder, "It's not too late to change things, Emmy."
I took a deep breath and stepped closer to Emmy, her eyes still fixed on the phone lying on the ground.
The screen displayed more messages to Sarah, detailing how Emmy's behavior was tearing me apart.
My hands shook as I reached for Emmy's trembling fingers.
She flinched but didn't pull away.
I remembered the first time I saw her cry over Zeke's betrayal last year.
It broke my heart to see her like that, and I wanted to be there for her.
I took a deep breath and spoke softly, "Emmy, remember when you found out about Zeke? When he cheated on you?"
Natalia nodded encouragingly from behind.
I continued, "You were so broken. You sat in your car in your driveway, crying so hard."
Emmy's lip quivered as she looked up at me.
"You came to me that night," she whispered.
"You found me in my car. You held me."
I nodded, my voice growing stronger with each word.
"I did. And I told you then that you deserved better than him. You deserve someone who loves you for who you are."
Emmy's gaze drifted back down to the phone, the messages still visible on the screen.
She took a deep breath, finally meeting my eyes with a resolve that hadn't been there before.
"I know," she said, her voice steady.
"And I want that person to be you."
I reached down to pick up my phone from the hot asphalt, but before my fingers could touch it, a gray blur shot past.
A squirrel darted between the parked cars, snatching my phone in its mouth.
Emmy and I froze in shock as the creature scurried toward a large oak tree at the edge of the lot.
Natalia broke the silence with a surprised laugh, but Emmy didn't join in.
We watched helplessly as the squirrel scaled the trunk, my phone clutched tightly in its teeth.
Emmy turned to me, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Did that really just happen?" she asked, her voice a mix of astonishment and amusement.
Natalia chuckled again, shaking her head in wonder.
I stared up at the branches where the squirrel had disappeared, my phone still clutched tightly in its jaws.
Finally, I turned to Emmy with a tired shrug.
The absurdity of the situation hit me then, and I couldn't help but laugh.
All our relationship drama, all the heavy emotions, literally stolen by a rodent.
Emmy's designer purse hung forgotten at her side as she followed my gaze up to the branches above.
The tension that had been building between us moments ago seemed to dissipate in the face of this unexpected twist.
"Well," I said, forcing a smile, "I guess we can start fresh. Get a new phone."
A small smile tugged at the corners of Emmy's lips as she nodded softly.
Natalia watched us both from a few feet away, a hopeful expression on her face.
Emmy took my hand, squeezing it gently, as we both looked up at the tree and let the laughter carry us into a new beginning.
I leaned against my car, watching the squirrel perched high in the oak tree with my phone still clutched in its tiny paws.
Emmy stood beside me, her designer purse forgotten at her feet as she pointed and giggled at the absurd sight.
The squirrel examined my phone like it was a precious treasure, turning it over in its mouth while chirping.
I shook my head, chuckling at the unexpected turn of events.
Who would have thought that a thieving squirrel could do what weeks of tension and heavy conversations couldn't - make Emmy and me laugh together again?
Finally, the squirrel grew bored with its prize and dropped my shattered phone to the ground.
Emmy picked it up, brushing off the dirt.
"Well," she said, her voice filled with a newfound lightness, "I guess we should get ice cream and talk about this some more."
We walked away hand in hand, leaving the broken phone and old wounds behind.