Are you going to watch 90 Day Fiance' with me?

I had no idea about the show or that it would have me on the hook three seasons later. It had been years since I indulged in television. For the most part, I watched entertainment shows on YouTube or Netflix. Everything changed the day my friend introduced me to 90 Day Fiancé. We were talking on the phone one night when she abruptly cut the conversation short.

"Girl, my favorite show is coming on, and I gotta go," she exclaimed.

My curious mind got the best of me, and before I could stop the words from coming out of my mouth, I said them.

"What show is that?"

She squealed with excitement, praising the show for being so entertaining. Her spiel was convincing. She even offered for us to watch it together so she could catch me up and what was happening. After the first episode, I was intrigued by the show premise and wanted to watch more.

My first season was season six. The healer in me saw broken souls playing the lottery for love. At times, I felt cringy watching the couples crash and burn, but I reasoned that I would gain insight into the ups and downs of cross-cultural long-distance relationships.

Darcey was one such character who was unsettling to watch. Especially in her, I'm crying, but I'm trying not to cry moments. It seems the producers loved her too because she came back for two seasons and a spin-off, which made me question at times whether her twin sister Stacy and friends really loved her. Each time someone broke her heart, she tried harder, making her look desperate.

Then there was Angela and Michael from Nigeria, who, in my opinion, lost his dignity when he allowed his fiancée to berate and humiliate him on television. Her relationship with him was borderline domestic partner abuse, and I am willing to bet that had he been a woman and she the man more people who have called him on his behavior. Add to an already suspect situation the fact that Angela, a fifty-something-year-old grandma, dupped Michael into believing she had one good egg and would "tote his baby." Everyone except for her fiancé Michael knew that was a lie.

Then how could we forget Caesar, the nail tech who was confident that his Ukrainian woman loved him and would soon join him in holy matrimony? When she stood him up in Mexico, I thought for sure he was done. But how wrong was I? I suppose Caesar had to tell himself something to justify the forty thousand dollars he invested in a relationship with a woman sight unseen.

The culture clashes between Andre and Elizabeth's family, who flew to his small eastern European country only to turn their noses up at him was too much to handle. Watching Elizabeth's brother get drunk, ruin their wedding, and use the opportunity to accuse Andre of being a gold digger was a must-see episode.

I would be remiss if I didn't mention Ed, who offered his fiancée toothpaste and a toothbrush because he thought her breath was stink. Or Yolanda, who refused to acknowledge that she was catfished by Williams with an (s). Some moments were flat out funny and others upsetting, like when Britany went to Jordan in 90 Day the other way without understanding her actions' had consequences, I was ready to turn off the show. Come to think of it, Brittany wasn't the only one who gave me "I'm done vibes." How could I forget Jenny, the older woman who was older than her lover's parents? She refused to let Smit go even after his parents forced him to marry another woman in an arranged marriage.

While we are at it, someone needs to tell the cast members that shouting, "I'm an American," to anyone who dares to question their behavior is not a suitable answer.

Each season I am sure the one or two couple will steal the show and never seem to disappoint. Everyone in my house knows when I am taking a rare moment to sit back and watch my presentation on-demand. My children tease me while asking, " Mommy are you going to watch 90 Fiancé." I laugh and say yes, then send them off to their rooms.

In the end, the show has become more than a guilty pleasure. In watching, I have learned about various cultures, their marriage customs, expectations, and the lengths below will go to for love. In a way, 90 Day has allowed me to see the part of me that once was and embrace it as a human being.