Our Story Began With Attraction but Ended With Respect
I met Niamh on a wet Thursday evening outside Whelan’s, both of us pretending the rain was not getting through our coats. She was laughing at something her friend had said, head…
The Person I Loved Most Never Loved Me Back
I met Clara on a wet Tuesday outside the Lighthouse Cinema in Smithfield, both of us standing under the same narrow awning, pretending the rain would give up before we did. She…
I Lost My Marriage One Small Lie at a Time
The first lie was so small I hardly noticed it leaving my mouth. Aoife asked me if I had paid the electricity bill, and I said yes while buttering toast in our…
She Walked Out Without Taking Anything Except My Peace
She left on a Tuesday morning, which felt almost insulting because Tuesdays are too ordinary for endings. There was no thunder, no smashed glass, no dramatic shouting that neighbours in our Portobello…
The One Person I Could Never Forget Was Never Mine
I met Niamh on a wet Tuesday evening outside the Abbey Theatre, when the rain was coming down sideways and everyone on Abbey Street seemed to be personally offended by the weather.…
Our Best Relationship Started After We Stopped Trying
I met Ciarán in a way that felt engineered to become a story. It was a wet Thursday outside Whelan’s, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang…
The Night We Shared a Bed but Not Our Feelings
It happened on a wet Thursday in November, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and wait for you to walk through it. I…
I Couldn’t Hate the Person Who Broke My Heart
I met him on a wet Tuesday outside St Stephen’s Green, both of us sheltering under the same shop awning like two people who had been placed there by mistake. I was…
The Holiday That Made Me Realise I Was Unhappy
I knew something was wrong on the second morning of our holiday, standing outside a small café in Dingle with rain coming sideways off the harbour and my boyfriend asking me why…
She Never Knew I Wrote About Her Every Year
I met her on a wet Tuesday outside Pearse Station, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and make everybody look slightly defeated. I…