I'm Agnes. I've had quite the life, to be honest with you. Born and raised in New Orleans, I was always drawn to the arts - painting, drawing, that sort of thing. But I never really took it seriously until a bit later on in life.

I grew up in a pretty standard household, with parents who worked hard to provide for me and my siblings. We didn't have much, but we had love and support, which is all anyone can ask for, right?

One day, I met this guy - his name was Marco - he's an artist too, but more like the kind that paints on canvas and makes a living off it. He saw something in me that no one else did at the time; potential. He took me under his wing and taught me everything he knew.

We fell deeply in love and started working together on all sorts of projects - portraits, landscapes... you name it! Marco was my rock, my confidant. We were inseparable.

Tragedy struck when we were both in our mid-twenties. Marco got into an accident while working on a project for a local gallery show. The impact left him with severe brain damage and partial paralysis on one side of his body.

I stayed by his side, nursing him back to health, taking care of him through the long, grueling rehabilitation process. It broke my heart to see the man I loved reduced to this state.

Eventually, I found myself at a crossroads - should I stay with Marco and continue caring for him, or leave and pursue my own artistic dreams? The decision was excruciatingly difficult.

What do you think I should have done? Stayed by his side or pursued my dreams? What would you do in this situation?

Also don't be shy to tell me about your story. What's your past? I'd love to hear it!