A “true” friend

You walk into my life and say you are a friend. Say that you will do anything for me; acted as a father figure to me casuse I basically grew up without one. Then you start acting like my reaal father, who I am not a fan of. So what? I do things my way and no other way. A helpful suggestion, as a father figure would do, is absolutley great. Now we are starting to venture away from this friendship. I know where I sit at the table, now please tell me where you sit? Because if this is how we are going to call a friendship, I don't want any part of it.