Subject: RE: URGENT BELOVED IN CHRIS
Blessings of the day, dear one.
Dear James Prince,
I have come to the difficult decision to end our relationship.
I still think about how we met. Your perfect romantic emails coming almost out of nowhere, after I found out Tom had been seeing Sheila behind my back. Your promises of a better life together seemed almost too good to be true. We’ll always have Grand Cayman. Our dream of Grand Cayman. Where you have the accounts.
But THIS TIME IT’S REALLY OVER, Prince. I know I’ve written that before, but this time I MEAN IT. You have to get it through your head.
I’ve started a real relationship now, with someone closer to home. Mike. And Mike said there’s no such thing as Company Bank???
Please confirm if this e-mail address is still valid so that I can sent to you the full details for attentions.
My email address has been THE SAME THE WHOLE TIME! So I know that this is just your little trick to get me to respond. But still, I do. Your pull on me is so strong, Prince, it is unhealthy.
Yes, it was charming at first. Like you couldn’t quit me. But now it is just getting to be TOO MUCH. I’m getting dozens of emails from you every day. I’m going to lose my job if I can’t focus.
We just need to cut our losses. You lost all your money to the Regime. And somehow my credit cards have been hacked! I don’t have any money left to help you get at your inheritance. I’m sorry.
I know you dont mind my contacting of you since we do not meet before this time
That used to be charming. But now it is just getting old. Our whole problem was us never meeting. I’m not blaming you. The emergency stomach operation the first time you were going to visit with the money I sent was not your fault. It made me so worried about you, Prince. When I had a stomach problem, it was so painful and just gross. I wanted to be there for you. And then the second time when you were held by the military in a secret location (but so glad you were able to sneak onto a computer so I’d know you were not being harmed). But the third time you were supposed to visit, when you said your mother had suddenly died and you needed to go to her funeral REALLY HURT. You must not have remembered that you told me that you were an ORPHAN PRINCE in our first emails.
Yes, I kept our emails all printed out, and used to cuddle them close at night. Until you LIED TO ME.
I really needed your support and you were at A PRETEND FUNERAL. I can’t live like this anymore.
I can’t let my life pass me by waiting day after day for the gold bullion and plane tickets to arrive in the mail when THEY NEVER DO.
IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE?
Sally TOLD ME that you emailed her too, needing her help to get the money to the missionaries through the CAYMAN MASTER BANK????
They must have realized that they wrongfully incarcerated you, because you emailed me a half an hour after telling me you were in prison, saying about the Bishop. I know I am your ‘reliable trust indeed’, but all your emails have become too much for one little lady in Omaha to bear. I do feel bad for you and I do want to help you. I JUST CAN’T DO THIS TO MYSELF ANYMORE.
Sometimes this feels like it has been a one-sided relationship all along. We do EVERYTHING you want to and then I’M LEFT PICKING UP THE PIECES. I know you had ‘firm instruction to invest in good business in my country.’ But it really feels like you are ignoring MY FEELINGS when you just start a new email chain about ‘transfer of funds orders’ or ‘payment warrants’. I am no longer your ‘trusted associate of consent’ and I can’t ‘kidly get back’ to you when I’m still trying to fix the other problems!
I don’t wish you ill. I am truly the ‘honest Christien women’ you were seeking. And I do hope that you are able to assist the Bishop. It is really all just too far away. (The IP trace I bought said that you were still in Nigeria or Russia? I don’t know what’s going on anymore.)
You HAVE TO STOP.
I hope that you have been released from the hospital where you were suffering a rare, and frequently lethal, form of toenail cancer. I hope that the doctors were wrong and that you have more than two weeks to live.
I need to move on and so do you. I wish that we could stay friends, but Mike wouldn’t want me to still be involved with you. Which is another reason I need you to STOP EMAILING ME! And Mike has never had any problems with cancer or prison or even bishops, which means we have a lot more in common. I just need to wait until Mike receives my money transfer so that he can fly up from Georgia.
Thanking you for your quick response.
Goodbye,
Me
P.S. The Company Central Bank should have received my funds transfer for your bail by the time you read this. BUT THIS IS THE LAST TIME. I do hope your cousin Peter (the missionary) found a kidney for transplant, other than your only remaining kidney.
