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About Me

Why I write about being an only child caught in parental alienation after separation.

A single, small pair of worn children’s sneakers neatly placed on a wide, empty entryway mat beside a closed front door. The sneakers are scuffed white canvas with faded blue laces, tilted slightly inward as if they were just taken off. The hallway is minimalist, with cool-toned walls, a simple coat rack with only one jacket hanging, and distant rooms fading into soft blur. Late afternoon light filters through the frosted glass of the door, creating gentle, diffused highlights and quiet shadows. Photographed in realistic style from a low, three-quarter angle using the rule of thirds, the composition feels still and introspective, symbolizing an only child’s isolation in the midst of parental separation and alienation.
A wooden kitchen table with two empty chairs pushed slightly apart, one chair pulled back as if someone left mid-conversation. At the center of the table lies a single, slightly crumpled handwritten letter and a muted smartphone face down beside it. A lone cereal bowl with a spoon sits at one place setting, untouched. Morning light streams through a nearby window, illuminating dust particles in the air and casting long, soft shadows across the table’s grain. Captured in photographic realism with an overhead three-quarter angle, the scene feels quiet and tense, evoking themes of parental alienation, unspoken messages, and the emotional weight of an only-child family dynamic without depicting any people.

Our Alienation Story

I’m an only child writing about losing my dad through parental alienation after my parents’ separation. This blog traces how it unfolded, what it feels like, and how I’m learning to heal. Start with the full story.

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