I have been dating my boyfriend since I turned fifteen. Ours was one of those teenage love stories that refused to fade. Instead, it grew with us and has continued to blossom over the years.

We have literally grown up together. We cried over our BECE results, worried ourselves sick over our WASSCE grades, and celebrated every little victory side by side. We have laughed over silly things, cried over disappointments, and stood by each other through every phase of life. He is also the only man I have ever been intimate with. Every first I have ever experienced has been with him. We have spent years dreaming about our future together, talking about marriage, and imagining the life we hoped to build.

But reality has finally caught up with us.

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He is a Muslim, and I am a Christian. When we first started dating, I never stopped to think about what that difference would mean. Even as we got older, I kept telling myself that we would cross that bridge when we got there.

Now we are standing at that bridge, and I honestly do not think we can cross it. I do not think I can even introduce him to my parents as the man I want to marry.

I remember my mum once saying, during a completely unrelated conversation, that my dad would never allow any of his children to marry someone from a different religious background. She was not talking about me specifically, but it felt as though those words were directed straight at me.

I told my boyfriend what my mum had said, but he brushed it aside and told me not to worry. The thing is, I am worried.

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This is the man I have shared almost half my life with. He has seen me grow from a little girl into the woman I am today, and I honestly cannot imagine my life without him. The thought of losing him breaks my heart, but I also know my parents well enough to believe they would never approve of our marriage.

Do I end this relationship now before we become even more emotionally invested, or do I keep holding on to the hope that somehow, against all odds, things will work out?

I honestly do not know what to do, and I need sincere advice.

—Adepa
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