When I moved to live in Pattaya in 2011 I was the proverbial butterfly, having three young gentlemen visiting each day, but in less than a year I fell in love. As he was less than half my age I paid for him to have a room, and I encouraged him to have a job, and he worked as a receptionist in a hotel. After six and a half years I discovered that he was gambling and he asked me to pay his debts a couple of times, which I did. But I then broke off with him as I could not trust him and could not afford to go on paying his debts. Then Covid hit and I continued to pay small amounts into his bank account until the pandemic lifted, then I stopped. Breaking up with him broke my heart and I cried for a year. Never again!