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…
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…
The Woman Who Came Back After Twenty Years
I was fifty-one the morning I saw her again, old enough to have made peace with most things and foolish enough to think the heart stays where you put it. I was…
I Didn’t Realise I Was the Other Man
I met her on a wet Thursday evening in Dublin, the kind of evening where the buses sigh at every stop and everyone looks personally betrayed by the rain. I had ducked…
The Night We Decided Not to Cheat
It happened on a wet Thursday in November, the kind of rain that makes Dublin shine and look disappointed in you. I was in Whelan’s on Wexford Street with people from work,…
The One Person I Never Stopped Missing
I used to think missing someone was a dramatic thing, the kind of feeling that made people stand in the rain outside train stations or write long letters they never sent. Then…
She Loved Me but Couldn’t Forgive Me
I met Niamh on a wet Thursday outside the Luas stop at Smithfield, both of us standing under the same broken umbrella like two eejits pretending it was doing any good. She…
The Love Triangle That Destroyed Christmas
I used to think Christmas could survive anything if there was enough food on the table and enough people pretending not to notice the cracks. In our house in Phibsborough, my mam…
He Chose His Career Over Our Love
I met Conor on a wet Tuesday evening outside Pearse Station, both of us trapped under the same narrow shop awning while rain came down like someone had opened the sky with…
We Pretended to Be Friends After Everything
For three months after we broke up, we kept meeting as if nothing had happened. That was the strangest part. Not the breakup itself, not the crying in my box room in…