Wrong. I think just fine of myself, and use all the kicks in the bollocks as fuel for work. And if that means I'm a miserable arse because of it, then that's my individual right. You're not writing my paychecks.
You're certainly turning it into one and sharing anyway. Seems like you've won the bad dad award regardless. Do what I did and give that knowledge a great big hug and a smooch. You and it are going to be familiar for the rest of your life, so might as well get used to it clinging on and never letting go. Along with what I imagine is far more than trillions of lives lost and then found to go along with it all. The universe has to have far more than trillions in it. Likely more of a googolplex. One, followed by writing zeroes until you get tired.
Where is your right bastard of a father these days? Apparently I know how to do lobotomies and he's due.