The more I think about this, the angrier I get. I honestly don't think that if bf hasn't tried to understand up until this point, he ever will. He's convinced that the meds I am taking are as bad as heroin, yet he drinks a lot and he has friends that take pills just to get f'ed up. No amount of reasoning (these are not opiates, etc) will get through to him. I've told him that I have a notoriously hard time sleeping and I have had some really bad nightmares lately and he says that's because I don't believe in God and I need to go to church. (That's another thing that I have tried to explain to no avail. I am agnostic. I am sure that there is something out there but I believe that no one really has the definitive answer on what that is, at least not in this lifetime anyway.) He just doesn't understand the level of fatigue I feel. As in, no amount of coffee is going to help. I am getting worried because I am starting to lose my appetite and this happens to me when I get depressed. Then it's about what he wants. "I want this. I want that. I am hungry. Can you make me something to eat? and on and on." He is 44 years old. This is hard enough to deal with without feeling like I am raising a g*ddamn child on top of it. I made him a couple of music CDs that I thought he would like and instead of being gracious and saying thank you, he was criticizing some of the songs that I put on it. Same with a photocollage that I made him. I wonder why I put forth the time and effort. Give an inch, take a freaking mile. I think he needs to stay away from me before I completely lose it.