In 1929, I, Diego Rivera, married the love of my life, Frida Kahlo. It was the year 1922 when I went to work on a project that was going to be at her high school, but I did not know that. It turns out that Frida had been watching me paint at school and had a crush on me. Six years later, we reconnected and Frida encouraged her artwork. We soon began a relationship.

During our early years, she followed me to where my art commissions would take place. In 1930, we traveled and lived in California and San Francisco. We also went to New York City for my show at the Museum of Modern Art and later went to Detroit for another commission. In 1933, while we were still in New York City, I created one of my murals called Man at The Crossroads in the Rockefeller Center. Soon after I finished the work, Rockefeller did not like the art because I painted a man in there named Vladimir Lenin. Later, it was painted over, and soon Frida and I headed back to San Agnel, Mexico.

It's been a while and we are still in San Angel, but Frida and I had separated because I had an affair with her sister, Cristina. It turns out that Frida had a child that I did not know about but, she had a miscarriage in 1934. I was sad and mad at her for not telling me about the child and that she had miscarried. We went through periods of separation but then rejoined to help exiled Soviet communist Leon Trotsky and his wife in 1937. We divorced in 1939 but it did not last long. Frida and I remarried in 1940, agreeing to lead largely separate lives, and also got involved with new people over the years.

It is 1954, and I heard that Frida had died from pneumonia on July 13th. I was heartbroken when I heard the news and I just wanted to do something in honor of her, so I did. I turned the Casa Azul (Blue House) into a museum to commemorate the love of my life. I loved Frida very much, so now I hope that she is in a better place.