I can relate, my father wasnt in my life as much as a dad should've been.
Its like when you talk to them, they dont realize that you need them until they notice the scars. By then, it was too late for me to need my father anymore. I just wanted to be alone in my island of solitude. I was beyond the point of talking about my problems. Sometimes people get that way. Sometimes it takes a harsh wakeup call to make them realize they should have been there in the past.