How I explained PA to my new partner
So I’ve been seeing Sarah for about four months now and things were getting serious enough that I had to have The Conversation. You know the one. The “my kids hate me and here’s why” talk.
I’d been dreading it since our second date. How do you explain this nightmare to someone who’s never lived it? Where do you even start?
We were having dinner at this little Italian place in Park Slope and she asked again about my kids. I’d been dodging it with vague answers about “complicated custody stuff” but she deserved the truth.
I went with the basic facts first. “My ex turned them against me. It’s called parental alienation. They refuse to see me even though I have court-ordered time.”
Her face went through about five different expressions. Confusion, then disbelief, then this look like maybe I was the problem. That one stung but I get it.
“But surely if you just talked to them…” she started.
Here’s where it gets tricky. Normal people think love conquers all. They can’t wrap their heads around a 12-year-old screaming that daddy is evil while parroting phrases no kid would naturally say.
I had to get real. Told her about Emma calling me a “toxic person” in her mother’s exact words. About Jake hanging up when he hears my voice. About the therapist who finally confirmed what I’d been saying all along.
Sarah went quiet for a long time. Then she asked the question they all ask: “What did you do?”
Nothing. That’s the mindfuck of PA. You get destroyed for loving your kids too much, not too little.
But here’s the thing - three weeks later, Sarah started researching on her own. Read books, watched documentaries. Now she’s the one telling me to stay strong when I get those crushing waves of grief.
Last week she said something that floored me: “Your kids are lucky to have you fighting for them, even if they can’t see it yet.”
Dating while alienated is brutal. But finding someone who gets it? That’s everything.