How cold I've become

Yesterday I broke up with a friend over email.
I do not have feelings of remorse over this, and really, in the end? That is what he deserves.
He doesn't rate an in-person dumping, or the cellular minutes it would take to bury the dead thing between us.
He protested. "I really like you," he wrote, " you were one of my best girlfriends."
He is a drama queen, and an ego maniac. He is sometimes brilliant and talented. But he can't see his place in the misery his life generally is. He can't stand to leave things be. Blame. Whine. Bitch.

There were good times. Letter writing. A lengthy visit one winter and when he left we both cried about it. A consortium of bitterness and Woe Is Me. We supported one another on that path.
There was a brief time when I was a sort of celebrity in on the open-mic poetry community; sometimes he'd play bass for me while I read. Once after a long silence I ran into him at the Phoenix airport. We both got all wide-eyed and ohh fate and all that. He traveled a long distance to witness my graduation. And it was there he met my hot friend, the Sparkly Warrior Princess, and decided he really wanted to get into her pants. (Ok I don't blame him for that, because she is really hot.) However, he has GENITAL WARTS, and he wasn't planning on telling her about this. Furthermore he expected me to keep it under my hat! Hello!!! And then there was the time he got involved with my roommate. Ugh!

Lately I just never hear from him, except for the weekly updates about his lame band, which he emails to a vast list. I have done little to maintain this relationship also, after he lectured me about priority one holiday season when I was back east to support my sister when she left her psychotic and dangerous husband, who also happened to be a funeral director (another story). He was mad that I didn't make time to see him during that visit. Yesterday I just got tired of receiving huge emails about a band playing stupid gigs in a city I don't live in. So I sent him an email asking him to take me off his list.
He called me a robot.
Lets just be done, I wrote.
But when did you become so cold? He asked.

Oh, I've just always been this way.