Honestly, I'm not angry about this anymore. It's been a long time and my dad is dead and buried. It took a while, but I have forgiven him.
Forgiveness is a wonderful feeling.
There was a time that I was very angry with my father. Very, very angry. I didn't speak to him for 9 months when I was 17 years old. Making that break, however short, something I needed to do... but it wasn't easy, and now I regret it somewhat because he's gone and I realize I missed that time with him. Not that it would have changed anything, but there's the rub. You always want what you can't have.
Everclear. Father of Mine. It doesn't completely apply, but it's close.
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