My girlfriend has the weirdest sort of relationship, or collaboration, or whatever it is, with a celebrity. Whatever exists between them is strong enough to send a grown man running with his slippers tucked under his armpits.

We have been together for the past three years. She is the kind of woman I have always dreamed of, so when I first saw her, I knew she was the one. It was love at first sight for me, and I came at her with every trick up my sleeve. I became her friend first, and patiently worked my way into becoming her boyfriend.

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Later, it came to light that she was involved with one of these local celebrities affiliated with a traditional media station. I asked her what was going on between the two of them. She said a lot of things. Some explanations were flying north, others east, and by the time she was done talking, I had to sleep over it and make sense of what was actually on the ground.

Here is what I found out. They own a house together. They jointly own a car. They even had a child together, but the child has gone to be with the Lord.

Even with the child out of the picture, they are still tied at the hip. Despite all of that, she promised me there was nothing romantic between them.

I proposed marriage to her on the first of March last year in front of my family. I took her home to meet my parents, and they fell in love with her almost as quickly as I did the first time I saw her.

They got so close as a family that whenever we had issues, she would call my mother and report me. My parents would then call and start raining fire on my head for making “their daughter” sad.

Beautiful, isn’t it? The perfect family.

But have you noticed something? I have talked about my family, yet I have never mentioned meeting hers. Yaa knows the names and birthdays of my parents. She knows my siblings. She knows some of my closest friends. She even knows where I come from and the colour of paint on my family house. Yet I know almost nothing about her life. I do not even think she has a best friend.

She has never introduced me to a relative. I have never seen her parents before. I do not know what they look like. I do not know whose smile is wider, her mother’s or her father’s.

Many times, when her mother calls, she walks away to speak privately. Whenever I ask when we can visit her parents for the knocking ceremony, she always gives me the same answer. “I have introduced many men to them as my husband. I am not ready to go through that cycle again until I am sure.”

Fair enough. That sounds reasonable. But I am sure about her. Why is she not sure about me?

Last December, this celebrity ex-boyfriend of hers hosted a huge birthday celebration. She was there, and she might as well have been his wife. They cut the cake together. They fed each other. Cameras were all over them, and people in the background were screaming “Awwww.”

They stood on stage and exchanged sweet words in front of everyone. I was embarrassed beyond words.

I wanted to leave the relationship. I wanted to cancel the wedding plans. If not for the intervention of family and friends, I would have walked away. But because I love this girl, I decided to try again. And when I say I love her, I mean it with all my heart and strength. With everything in me that still speaks life, I love her. So I stayed.

We started picking up the broken pieces of our relationship and trying to put them back together. Then one day, while scrolling through the internet, I saw her again with the same man. Holding hands. Smiling. Walking side by side. Waving at crowds together. I watched the video once. Then I scrolled back and watched it again from the beginning because I wanted to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing.

Ever since then, I have started questioning her love for me. It does not make sense anymore. Either I am simply a placeholder in her life until she figures things out, or she genuinely loves me but remains attached to this man for reasons I cannot understand. We started dating in 2024.

It has been over two years now, and I still do not know who my future in-laws are. I do not know her friends. I know almost nothing about the world she comes from.

Now she is begging for another chance. She promises it will never happen again. But that is exactly what she said the last time. And yet, here we are.

Maybe she does not understand the depth of my love for her. Or maybe she understands it perfectly, and that is why she believes I will always stay. I do not know.

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Love makes people do crazy things. It makes you step into fire even when you know it will burn you. So I am outsourcing this decision to you.

Should I walk away and heal? Or should I hold on and hope that one day she will finally choose me? And how many last chances are enough before a man loses himself completely?

—Caleb
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