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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 three months since Emmy and I started dating.
At first, everything was perfect.
She was sweet, caring, and loving.
She would listen to me when I spoke and respect my decisions.
However, over the past month, she has changed so much for the worse.
It got to the point where I didn’t recognize her anymore.
She started off by being critical of everything that I did.
From the way that I dressed, to the friends that I hung out with, to even the type of music that I listened to.
No matter what I did, it seemed like it was never good enough for her.
She would always compare me to her ex-boyfriend, who had a six-pack and was a millionaire.
It got to the point where I felt worthless in her eyes.
I tried to be patient and understanding with her, hoping that she would go back to being the girl that she used to be.
However, it never happened.
I pull up outside of her favorite bar, which is located in the downtown area.
She slides into the passenger seat with another scowl on her face.
I grip the steering wheel tightly as I wait for her to get in.
We drive in silence for a few minutes, passing by streetlights that cast shadows across her face.
When we reach a red light, I gather my courage and turn to look at her.
"Emmy, what happened to us? You used to be different."
She stiffens and looks down at her phone instead of looking at me.
"What are you talking about?"
"You used to be sweet and caring. Now, it seems like you hate me."
She rolls her eyes and looks out the window.
"I don’t hate you."
"Then why have you changed so much?"
I ask her, feeling frustrated.
She sighs and shakes her head.
"I haven’t changed. Maybe I just stopped pretending to be impressed by mediocrity!"
Her words feel like slaps against my face.
I take a deep breath and realize it's time to let go.
I pull into her driveway and kill the engine.
My hands stay gripped around the steering wheel.
She reaches for the door handle before I clear my throat.
"I think we should break up."
My voice comes out stronger than I expected it to.
She freezes with her hand on the door handle, then laughs.
"Really? Over a few honest comments?"
I shake my head.
"It’s not just tonight. You’ve been tearing me down for months."
She opens her mouth to argue, but my phone buzzes in my pocket.
I ignore it and stare at her face instead.
She scoffs and opens the door, then storms out of the car.
I watch as she slams the door shut behind her, then marches up her driveway.
My phone vibrates in my pocket again.
I fish it out and stare at the screen, grateful for the distraction from watching her dramatic exit.
I see two missed calls and a voicemail from an unknown number.
I press play and listen to the voicemail.
"Hello Mr. Bennett, this is Rachel from Thompson & Associates. We’d like to offer you the Senior Developer position. Please call me back at your earliest convenience to discuss salary details."
I exhale slowly, feeling the weight of new beginnings settle in.