What's wrong with fathers this century?

This background on my relationship with my dad? Let just say thats a much too long a story. To put it in a nutshell? I thought life with daddy would be better than life with mommy because daddy had money and let me do what i wanted and didn't fret over an hour at the mall and I moved. The first half of my first year in high school sucked ass. Lets just say I was in school from August until February, but my teachers didn't see me from September until After christmas break in December. Let's say I spent my nights and days in the backseat of a Cadillac with my stepbrother and three friends, cruising malls and paintballing people's cars. Lets say I snuck out of the house and cruised around drinking Smirnoff far too many times for someone my age. Lets just say my grades plummeted, and I used to be a straight-A student. Lets also say that as soon as daddy dearest found out, my life was a living hell, from assumptions to room trashings to beatings to door knobs being unscrewed from doors. And lets continue to say that my relationship with him will never be the same. Lets fast forward to July, where I am back with mommy, happy and stable and making good grades and making every day of school except for those horrid migraine let-offs. Lets imagine me with my wonderful friends, my lovely boyfriend, my amazing multi-racial school, whereas before my friends back stabbed me, my boyfriend tried to killed me, and my school had 2,000 students and 1,985 of them where black, and if you had anything in you other than black you were shit. Lets assume I'm much happier, except for the fact that my mother is struggling her ass off and my dad doesn't want to call, let alone pay child support. Lets also say that he goes on international ski trips and vacations at least once or twice a year. Lets also say that he goes to expensive dinners out with his boyfriend (yes, his BOYfriend) and goes out clubbing every thursday. He lives a very leisurely life, with several properties (hes in real estate investments) and we are struggling to get grocerys' at the moment. Thats sad and depressing. My mom is only just now getting the law involved, and he hasn't paid child support a day of my life. Those pictures above are pictures of me before, alienated in an ignorant world where if you dress punk you must be a satanist and be involved in some sort of cult, and above them is a picture of me now. See a difference? I do.