Breakups are hard

"Oops, sorry it's in my bag," I fished out the ring, and put it on. He looked at me with narrowed eyes. " Can we have dinner now, I am starving?" I spoke. "Please," I repeated. The random restaurant which I had chosen was good, but it was the most awkward dinner of my life. We barely talked, and Mark was upset. I spent the entire 20 minutes thinking about how to broach the subject. Was it appropriate to break up during dinner or after it? Perhaps later, I was going to break his heart. The least I could do was, let him eat in peace. "You are going to break up with me, aren't you?" Mark said as soon as we were out and walked through the alley towards my car. I was supposed to say something, but I could think of anything. "Mark, let me explain," I squeaked. He sighed and shook his head in disappointment. "I am sorry, Mark, I know I have hurt you; I need to tell you this, Mark, you need to understand." "No, Alice, it's not relevant at all," He snapped angrily and turned into another alley.