cracking the shell

In 2006 I moved to Barcelona Spain. I got to see what I looked like as a person alone in the world.  I liked myself. I learned really bad and broken Castilian Spanish. I saw what happens when two men try to kill each other. I cleaned their blood up.  I fell in love with an American girl who loved me back for a while.  I left her in Spain. She came to Tennessee to be with me. In 2008 she left and my father died.  I stopped being me. I met a girl in my second round of college. We fell in love and had a marriage ceremony in front of our families.  She never got to see the real me.  We separated the day after Christmas. I want to start over.

I am a writer. This is not an example of my craft. These are just stats, a timeline of five years broken into a paragraph.