It wasn't a surprise or anything. I didn't have to explain. He knew he wasn't being much of a boyfriend, and he knew I wasn't happy about it.
I think we'll get along, with him as my ex-boyfriend. I'm not going to delete him from my phone. I'll keep him on Facebook. We'll chat--but not very often. No one is angry, and no one is hurt. I'll be sad, sometimes, and I'll wish it could have gone differently. But it didn't, and I'm not sorry it happened. I'm already starting to categorize my thoughts of him under "fond nostalgia." And "Satanist Dan, the Ex-Boyfriend" has a nice ring to it.