Please don't feel bad about your father. I spent 52 years in the closet and in denial, trying to be the man my father wanted me to be. He never knew that I was trans -- I never really came out to him, other than saying something about wanting to be a girl back when I was 7 years old. That would have been in 1970 or therabouts. You can guess how that went.
I spent most of my adulthood presenting metrosexual before that was a thing, buying a lot of men's clothes in West Hollywood. So I am sure that dad kind of suspected what was going on. And I am sure that that was a big part of why he extorted me out of getting a teaching credential after college and pressured me into moving back into his house and going to law school. It gave him more control over me and stopped me from becoming economically independent at a younger age. And he offered to pay my law school loans after law school (an offer I could not say no to) More strings, more leverage. And a ten year marriage to someone totally wrong for me just to give him grandchildren, in order to shut him up. All through law school and afterward, he was pressuring me to date, and to find someone to marry.
FWIW, trying to be the man he wanted did not make him any nicer to me. He was still passive aggressive, controlling, invasive, creepy, stalker like, critical, derisive, insulting, and generally unpleasant toward me while my younger brother and sister got the royal treatment.
Six years ago dad had a massive stroke, and now he is bedridden and in a facility. I spent five years having fights with him inside my head before I finally came out to myself and my wife -- which decisively ended ten years of high blood pressure and a lifetime of panic attacks.
My point is, things would not necessarily be better if you had not come out. I tried that road and only ended up hurting myself in the long run.