Hello From the Pot

I'm a boiled frog.  I didn't realize it until three days ago when the lightbulb finally clicked.  I had heard of that expression several times before, but never applied it to my life, because I was living in a fog.  I get it now.  It has taken me three years to come to this point, so I will be writing backwards.  The clarity of the situation is unfolding from this point, and like a sunrise, it is lighting the past so that I can begin to see what happened to get me to this point, and hopfully, save time for anyone who may read this.  Regardless, I need to talk about it, and this seems like as good an outlet as any.  My story:  I live with an addict.  My beautiful, talented, funny daughter is developing from a binge drinker, into an alcoholic.  I never believed it would happen to me, and that unbelief is what kept me in the pot as the temperature slowly, steadily, and sadly continued to rise.