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The Morning I Realised I Was the Other Woman
I found out on a wet Tuesday morning in Portobello, with my hair still damp from the shower and a coffee going cold on his kitchen counter. It was one of those…
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We Shared a Hotel Room but Never Crossed the Line
I met Cian on a wet Thursday outside Heuston Station, both of us pretending we weren’t completely lost. We were there for the same work conference, the kind with name badges, lukewarm…
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My Ex Invited Me to Her Wedding in Cork
The invitation arrived on a wet Tuesday in Portobello, the kind of rain that makes the canal look tired. I had just come home from work, shoes soaked, bag full of groceries…
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I Married the Wrong Person Because I Was Afraid of Being Alone
I knew I was making a mistake three weeks before the wedding, standing outside the registry office on Grand Canal Street with my dress fitting receipt folded in my coat pocket. It…
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She Kissed Me Goodbye and Married Another Man
I met Aoife on a wet Tuesday outside the Abbey Theatre, both of us pretending we weren’t sheltering under the same narrow bit of roof. She had a paper bag of books…
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The Last Person I Expected to Miss Was My Ex-Wife
The last person I expected to miss was my ex-wife. I had trained myself not to. For two years after we separated, I spoke about her the way men in pubs speak…
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The Last Time I Saw Her Was at Heuston Station
The last time I saw her was at Heuston Station, standing under the big clock with a green suitcase beside her and a paper coffee going cold in her hand. It was…
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I Fell in Love With My Housemate
I moved into the house in Rathmines because the rent was the least terrifying number I had seen in months. The room was small enough that I could touch both walls if…
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The Kiss That Cost Me Everything
I was twenty-nine, newly engaged, and living in a neat little flat in Rathmines with a man everyone said I was lucky to have. Mark was kind, steady, the sort of man…
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The Girl Who Broke My Heart at Croke Park
I met her outside Croke Park on a wet Sunday in September, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as settle on you and decide to stay. I was…