Am I The A-Hole For Letting My Daughter Move In With A Motorcycle Club Instead Of Her Mother?

I’m 53, my daughter Emily is 19. She had a huge fight with her mom over school and showed up at my place in tears. My house is small, so I let her stay at our motorcycle clubhouse. She felt safe there, but her mom went ballistic and threatened court.

Then I found Emily’s sketchbook—drawings of her mom screaming, breaking dishes, telling her she’d “never be good enough.” They weren’t doodles, they were memories. Emily admitted the emotional abuse had been going on for years.

I got her involved in an art therapy program, and she’s thriving. When her mom dragged us to court, Emily stood up for herself, showed the sketchbook, and the judge ruled she’s free to choose.

Now she splits time between the clubhouse and my place, back in school, and happier than ever.

So yeah, I let my daughter live with bikers. But it gave her space to heal. Am I the a-hole? Not to her. And that’s all that matters.