Between Us

by Mhairi McFarlane

Perhaps that was the magic of any holiday: it lifted you out of the familiar and gave you a brief aerial view of your life in progress. It made you confront your world’s smallness in a vastness of opportunity.

At some point, Roisin accepted get past this week and things will calm down a bit was a coping mechanism lie of adulthood.

There being no correct and appropriate moment to raise any problem was one of the ways the game felt rigged. Pick an otherwise pressured time? She was thoughtlessly adding to it. During a nice evening out? Ruining it. Try to raise it on a quiet day? Ambush.

if you grew up in a normal, happy family, you just can’t fully imagine the mad ones. They’re like trying to stay upright on a trampoline everyone else is bouncing up and down on, as hard as they can.”