I remember when we first met. It was magic. I could not believe that someone like you could care so much about someone like me. You took me by the hand and led me to places I had always heard about but feared to go. I was in love and knew I would always be faithful to only you.
Years later, when you actually offered me a job, I was in heaven. That you, a world leader, would want someone like me in your ranks was a dream come true. Like Cinderella, you were my prince, taking me away from dirty dishes and evil step-sisters. I was happy.
Our five years together were what dreams are made of. You sent me to Florida and New York. We stayed in the finest hotels, ate in amazing restaurants, and met people who treated me like the queen you had convinced me I was. Project Manager might have been my title but I knew the truth. You loved me for me and would never do me wrong.
When you asked me to entertain people from all over the world, I was thrilled. To be the PM of the second largest office and have this honor was almost more than I could imagine. So, I did my absolute best because you were counting on me. I entertained and trained those you sent me from India, Israel and the Philippines. I sent them all back to their home offices with cases full of AOL trinkets and ideas on promoting their sites. I was awesome!
Then, the truth came out. You were cheating on me. Others had warned me for months but I refused to believe it. When I could no longer deny the awful facts, I watched you pack your bags and move overseas. My heart broke.
Like a fool, I stayed online with you, hoping, waiting, believing that someday, you would come home to me. And now this. This is the final straw. To have my account hacked and whacked was bad enough. But to have to speak to “Richey” in India for 45 minutes and beg, plead, scream for my free account to be canceled before anymore of my friends are bombarded with the crap you allowed into our relationship…well, enough is enough.
We are through. It’s final. I have only one last thing to say to you...