My Husband Loved Me but Desired Someone Else
I used to think love was the whole answer. If a man came home every evening, kissed your forehead, remembered how you took your tea, and stood beside you at funerals and…
I Was His Secret for Three Years
I met him on a wet Thursday evening in Dublin, the kind where the rain doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and make everyone look half-lost. I was standing…
We Slept Together Once and Never Spoke Again
I met him outside Whelan’s on a wet Thursday night, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and get into your sleeves. I had…
The Girl I Couldn’t Have Became the Love of My Life
I met Aoife on a wet Thursday evening outside Trinity College, both of us sheltering under the same useless strip of stone while Dublin did what Dublin does best: rain sideways and…
One Night in Temple Bar Changed My Marriage Forever
I used to think marriages ended in dramatic ways, with slammed doors, suitcases, and someone shouting something they could never take back. Ours was ending much more quietly. It was ending over…
I Fell in Love With My Best Friend’s Husband and Hated Myself Every Day
I used to think betrayal was a single act, something dramatic and visible, a door closing in a hotel corridor or a phone lighting up at midnight. I didn’t know it could…
The Married Man I Met on the DART Never Told Me He Had a Wife
I met him on the DART on a wet Tuesday evening, the kind of evening when everyone in Dublin looks like they are carrying the weather home with them. I was standing…
I Lost My Marriage One Small Lie at a Time
I used to think a marriage ended in one dramatic scene. A slammed door. A confession at the kitchen table. Someone crying into a suitcase. Mine ended much more quietly than that.…
She Walked Out Without Taking Anything Except My Peace
I used to think heartbreak would announce itself loudly. A slammed door, a suitcase dragged down the stairs, crying in the rain like something you’d see outside a cinema on Camden Street.…
The One Person I Could Never Forget Was Never Mine
I met Clara outside St Stephen’s Green on a wet Thursday evening when the city looked like it had been rinsed in grey water. I was twenty-six, working in a café near…