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.
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.
