Is it bad to still have compassion to a deadbeat father?

I don’t know why I’m so nice to people who aren’t good for me. My father is a ‘deadbeat’ from my mother’s words. I’m such a young and naive child that I don’t think of him as one. Sure my father could’ve done more to support us by actually paying child support and spending time with his kids but he doesn’t. To my mother, she says he doesn’t care about us so we’re so programmed to think our father doesn’t want to do anything with us. 

But here I was, in my dark room, seeing a notification from my dad as tears fill my eyes. It always had frustrate me that I lacked a father figure but hearing how my father open up about how much regret he’s had makes me feel a type of understanding. I understand that he doesn’t want to see us because my mom will bitch out at him and be demanding to him. I understand why he couldn’t get a job. I understand that the divorce had create stress on him. I understand he can’t get access to health care. I understand him because he’s just like me, and I’m too forgiving. It shouldn’t be my responsibility to take care of his problems but at the same time I look at it with optimism and think about how it opened up how I view him more. 

I hate how nice and naive I am. I really wish I was stronger like everyone else but I try to believe in people who were never believed in before so they can grow too. Just thinking about my father makes me cry about how homeless he is. Couldn’t even show up to his court date because he has no transportation. He has no job. He’s diabetic. He’s going blind. He’s weak from homelessness. He’s got no access to health care. It’s sad we don’t have more resource for homeless people. My father is why i’m a sensitive person. I would never judge a homeless because I would think i’m judging my father. I don’t think he deserves this life even if he hasn’t been in my life for a while. He deserves better. Nobody deserves this lifestyle. I wouldn’t even wish this on my worst enemy. He was someone’s son, husband, father. He was my father. The thought of him dying somewhere alone while prbably thinking about his children that he couldn’t see makes me cry. I hate divorce parents.