"Honey, I don't like that you spend so much time with those friends of yours," Allison said.
Benny stared at her in disbelief. "Excuse me?"
"Roger and Collins. I don't like you spending so much time with them."
"Well they're my friends."
"You can make new friends, Benny. Once we're married, you'll have lots of friends."
Benny stood up and started to pace. "You serious?"
"Of course I am. I know you went to school with them and whatnot, but they're not the sort of people we should be seen with."
"Allie, please tell me you're kidding."
She let out a small chuckle. "Of course I'm not. People like us are of a different class than them. I'm not saying they're bad people. I just think you should find friends that are more suited to your—"
"It's over."
"What?"
Benny went to the closet and grabbed his suitcase, shoving in whatever clothes of his he could find.
"It's over," he repeated.
"Benjamin, you can't be serious. I tell you the truth about your friends and you want to just walk away from our entire relationship?"
Zipping up the suitcase, he turned to face her. "Allie, this has been a long time comin' and you know it. We're complete opposites. I can't be with a woman who'd ask me to choose between her and my friends."
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you."
"All the more reason this won't work."
She pouted her lips. "Benjamin!"
"Allison! It's over! I can't do this anymore! I can't live my life feeling like the poor boy who landed the rich girl. I can't wake up every morning wondering how I'm gonna pretend I feel even remotely comfortable being around your family and friends."
"Benjamin, I'm not going to beg you to stay, if that's what you're waiting for."
Benny shook his head. "I wouldn't stay even if you did."
"You're a bastard."
"Sorry. Goodbye."
Benny closed the bedroom door and heard the engagement ring hit the door. He slipped quietly from the apartment and hoped the guys wouldn't mind him crashing with them.