She Kissed Me Goodbye and Married Another Man
I used to think a kiss could only mean one thing. I was twenty-seven then, old enough to pay rent on time and pretend to understand wine lists, but still young enough…
The Affair That Started During the Dublin Marathon
I did not go into the Dublin Marathon looking for anyone. I went into it looking for the version of myself I had lost somewhere between mortgage payments, office lunches eaten at…
Did My Husband Loved Me but Desired Someone Else? Really?
I used to think love had a shape you could recognise from a distance. It would be the two of us at the kitchen table in our flat in Phibsborough, his hand…
My Husband Loved Me but Desired Someone Else
The first thing I noticed was not the message itself, but the way Ciarán’s hand moved to cover the phone. We were standing in our kitchen in Portobello, the room steamed up from the pasta…