My father prioritized his own freedom instead of supporting me—and I’m still coming to terms with it
When my dad sold his motorcycle shop after 50 years and bought a Harley for a solo retirement trip, I felt abandoned. At 42, buried in bills and trying to buy a condo, I couldn’t understand why he chose freedom over helping me. I expected support—but he chose himself.
After Mom died, I thought he’d settle down. Instead, he returned to his biker roots. When I asked for help, he reminded me he’d already given me a solid foundation. This trip, he said, was a promise to Mom—to keep living fully. The night he left, I was angry.
But he handed me a check from selling his…
