He's never truly understood (which I get, he's never been in the headspace of chronic, major depression nor had the chronic health problems or life experiences Ive had, so how could he really understand?) and at times he's made attempts to 'try to understand' but never put too much effort into it. As the years have dragged on, he's become less and less understanding, increasingly burnt out dealing with me and all my mental and physical problems, and resentment has built. He really prefers not to hear about it anymore and I've become tired and apathetic in regards to talking to him about it, so I don't unless I'm really really REALLY upset and it spills out. Then it's like nothing happened and we don't talk about it. So in the end, I feel very alone. Ironically, him 'being here' physically but so distant and detached only makes me feel MORE alone.