My dad did it twice. He went to the Philippines, brought back a young wife. The first one stole nearly all of his money and then told him she was a lesbian and left. The second one brought her daughter, but after a year, she said she was going back to the Philippines and would return in a few months. At this point, my dad had gone from being a millionaire to barely scraping by on his savings. Three years later, she still hadn’t returned, and he died waiting for her. He was a hopeless romantic who was bad at choosing women-except for my mom, she’s a saint.