I finally did it. I had someone who actually loved me and I didn't believe it so I kept pushing them until they didn't. We were mid argument and he asked if he could come over which he never does. I asked if he was breaking up with me and he asked why I'd say that. I said because he would never come over like that and if he was breaking up with me then it'd make sense he'd want to be able to leave (rather than me coming to his place which was the original plan for today) and make sure I was home. He said good observation. He said he has to stop by his house first then he's coming over, but normally he'd come straight here unless he was getting all my things together. I feel sick to my stomach and hate myself.