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She Wanted a Family, I Wanted Freedom
I met Claire outside Grogan’s on a wet Thursday when the rain had made mirrors of the pavement and everyone in Dublin looked briefly more dramatic than they really were. She was…
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The Most Passionate Kiss Happened Just Before Goodbye
I met Clara on a wet Thursday evening outside Trinity College Dublin, both of us pretending we were not lost. She was holding a broken umbrella like it had personally betrayed her,…
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I Stayed Because the Sex Was Incredible
I used to think people only stayed in bad relationships because they were afraid of being alone, or because money was tangled up, or children, or mortgages. I didn’t have any of…
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He Proposed to Me While Loving Someone Else
He proposed to me on a wet Friday evening in Dublin, under the trees in St Stephen’s Green, where the rain had made the paths shine like dark glass. I had been…
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The Irish Holiday That Ended My Engagement
I used to think an engagement ended with one big betrayal, something loud enough for everyone to hear. Mine ended during a five-day holiday in Dublin, in the quiet space between a…
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She Loved My Money More Than Me
I met her on a wet Thursday outside Whelan’s, the kind of night when Dublin looks like it has been varnished in rain. She was laughing under a broken umbrella, trying to…
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The One Person I Should Never Have Fallen For
I knew I was in trouble the first time he made tea in our kitchen as if he lived there. It was a wet Thursday in Rathmines, the kind of evening when…
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We Shared a Bed but Not a Future
I met him outside Whelan’s on a wet Thursday, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as settle into your clothes and your mood. He was sheltering under the…
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The Morning I Realised I Was the Other Woman
I met him on a wet Thursday outside a café in Dublin, both of us sheltering under the same useless awning while the rain came down sideways. He was funny in that…
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The Night I Chose Lust Over Love
I was twenty-nine, living in a damp little flat off Clanbrassil Street, and engaged to a woman who knew exactly how I took my tea. That sounds like a small thing until…
