He hated the woman I became

I can remember when I was nineteen.  I went to see my father who had not seen me for over fifteen years.  It was bittersweet.  When I went to see him, I was in my sophomore year of college.  I had a lot to say and he cried over it.  He hated the woman that I became.  I was independent.  I refused to depend on him for anything.  I had learned through the years that he was not dependable.  Sometimes, he sent something for Christmas and sometimes he did not.  Sometimes, I knew where he lived and sometimes I did not.  Therefore, I learned to be independent.  I learned to speak up for myself.  My father was silent on every major issue that I had faced until that point, choosing to only become vocal when there was no chance that he would have to pay child support.  I learned to be vocal.  I learned to be fatherless.  I covered myself.  I protected myself and I paid for college all by myself.  I made mistakes and I paid for them.  I learned to be fatherless.  When he saw the woman I became without him, he did not like me anymore.