I remember very much exploding at my niece once when she was visiting me. We always got along, even when she was small and I was tall, and later when she was strong and I was weak-ish - pretty straightforward.
She visited me many times, involving airplane rides and days of walking and talking, but one time I gave her an outfit I was too chubby for, a Missoni set that I paid six dollars for at the Salvation Army store, but that I secretly wished would fit me, me, me, so slinky, so wonderful. Of course she looked fantastic in it.
Next day I saw it on the floor. Missoni!!!!!!!!! We worked it out, she kept it, but probably not for long.
As became apparent, as I learned how she dealt with living with her mother (mother not there, both very ill and drug addicted, she was shunted to mother's friends places, general chaos). The floor was where she put stuff, and I would have too.
Her father, my bro in law, a good man that I'd have to kill and he, me, is rather monk like.
Summary, don't shine your father on, he sounds like a good reasonable man.
Clean your room.