My father lives in the Dominican Republic. When I was a little girl me and my mom spent most of our time there. Visiting him was my favorite part of the year. I loved him.
Mom and dad started having problems when I was 3. They got divorced when I was 4. I was too young to fully understand what was happening. I did understand the arguments and the fact that we stopped going to DR as much because of them.
I also stopped hearing from my dad as much. My mom always told me not to feel any disappointment or hate towards him. I didn't.