Is it wrong that I don't want to see my dad?

Don't get me wrong..I still love my dad and everything, and I miss him. However, I can't simply go back (if I ever decide to). I told him I was at my friends house and I'd be home in time for him to pick me and my brothers up for dinner. I'm almost at the house when he calls my brother and asks him where we are. He got to our house a half hour early, and decided he'd pick us up early. My brother told him we were coming back from my friends house because we were watching a movie. My dad starts yelling and saying, "That's not what your sister told me." I got really annoyed because I had told him where I was and what I was doing. So..impatiently, he drives into town and picks us up. My brothers says hi to him and he says hi back and asks how they are, but when I say hi, he ignored me. We drove to dinner in total silence, and even at dinner he acted like I didn't exist. Showing my brothers his new phone and how it works, and conversing, and asking questions about their day. He leaves me out of the conversation. I notice that his ear is abnormally bigger, and I ask him about it, and he tells me, "I got stung by a bee, but it's not like you would care." I was totally shocked...and then he starts arguing with me. He told me I'm exactly like my mom- bitter and angry. I hate it when I'm compared to either of my parents, but my mom's not a bitter person. My parents just hate each other. When I told him to stop comparing me to my mom (at this point I was beyond anger) he's like, "Ok. Whatever, Melissa." That's not my name..that's my mom's name. I got to the bathroom because I'm on the brink of tears, and I try calling my mom, and she picked up and I told her what happened. After I finish talking to my mom, I leave the bathroom, and my dad asks me if I had been throwing up my food. I'm not bulimic, I had been sick that week, and I couldn't hold down any food that well. My mom knew that, but my dad had umed that I was making myself sick. When he dropped us off home, he didn't bother saying goodbye to me so I just went inside. He's made fun of my face when I had some major acne problems and he's made fun of my weight before..I used to be overweight, but I don't think I should've been made fun for it. I don't want to see him because I don't want to cry over something he does to me or says to me, but he's my dad and I feel guilty for not seeing him, and I still care about him and everything. I just wish he'd love me, and not treat me so differently from my brothers.