We certainly don't choose our parents.
I know I love him deep down, but for some reason I feel awkward saying it to him so I never do. He never says it to me either. Another thing that bothers me is he thinks he can buy my love through the means of money. My dad is a really frugal man. He's bigoted towards alternative outlooks on life, yet he thinks he can save himself by throwing money at me and that hurts.
Find an opportunity to tell him that you love him - one could say "Dad, I know we have our differences, but I wish things were better between us. I love you."
Never miss an opportunity to express affection for those for whom one cares.
I used to get into some heated arguments with my dad when I was a teenager. For me, I was struggling to figure out the world about me - struggling with much contradiction about what had been taught about the world and the reality of the world. Also, both my parents worked, so I was given responsibility for my sister (5 years younger) and youngest brother (8 yrs younger), while my other brother (1 yr younger) got to run off and play. I think inside I resented it (but at 12-14, I didn't understand it) and the anger came out periodically. Unfortunately my youngest brother bore some of that anger.
Later in my junior year, my mom told me that if I wanted to go to university, I'd have to work and earn money to pay for it. So I did - and have been working ever since. I left home at 17, except for a few summers during university to work and save money.
I had hoped to spend time with my youngest brother and get to know him as an adult and reconcile over the years when he was a child and teenager. Unfortunately, he died from leukemia 7 years ago. To date, that has been my greatest loss and hurt.
Not once in my life did my father ever hug us, or tell us he loved us or spend anytime with us, but we were always the first on the block to have the newest, latest and greatest everything.
Ouch.
My father was very different. He is a kind and loving person, which fits with his occupation as minister.
My parents hugged us, and we still hug when we meet. When there was just my parents, brother and me, my dad used to pick up my brother and I, and all 4 of us would hug.
We didn't have a lot of money - ministers aren't paid much. I didn't get a lot of fancy stuff - and that's perhaps why I don't care much for 'stuff'. For me, relationships - friendships, are way more important than material things.