In this raw, first‑person monologue Jacob Fuchs uses the boiling‑frog metaphor to describe how his addiction gradually escalated, how it poisoned his marriage, and how his wife ultimately left him. He recounts receiving divorce papers on his birthday, recognizing that he was still "in the pot" of shame and self‑destruction even after the separation, and deciding to become sober. Jacob explains his current goal of learning to feel pain instead of escaping it, and he frames a solo cruise as a deliberate experiment in discomfort and self‑discovery. He plans to document the lonely, awkward, and potentially painful moments of the trip, using the experience to confront his old avoidance patterns and to figure out who he is without addiction or denial.
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You know that boiling frog metaphor? You put the frog in boiling water, it jumps the fuck out. Put it in cold water and slowly turn up the heat, and supposedly the frog just sits there thinking, this is fine. That's addiction. And apparently that was also my marriage, except there were 2 frogs, my wife and me. And I was the asshole controlling the thermostat. Because addiction doesn't usually start with waking up one morning and thinking, you know what sounds fun? Let's absolutely fucking destroy my life. It starts small. A drink. Getting high. Escaping when life hurts. A lie because telling the truth is uncomfortable. And another lie. Then another one because apparently we're building a fucking franchise now. And every time something gets worse, just adjust. The water gets a little hotter, adjust again. Eventually things that would have horrified the old version of you just become Tuesday. And my wife was adapting too. She was watching the person she married slowly become somebody else. She's hurting. I'm hurting. Our marriage is hurting. And we're both sitting in the fucking pot. Except she's looking at me like, Jacob, the water is boiling. And I'm basically going, no, no, I think it's just a little humid in here. I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it. That's addiction. Your entire life can be on fire and somehow your brain is still filing paperwork explaining why technically everything is under control. And she finally got out of the pot. She separated from me. And eventually she divorced me. And I fucking hated it. But here's the part I've had to accept. Of course she felt relieved. She'd been boiling too. The difference was, when she got out, she finally wasn't being burned by my addiction anymore. And when she left, something really fucking weird happened. I looked around and realized, holy shit, I'm still in the pot. I'd gotten so accustomed to shame, addiction, lying, hiding, disappointing people, and Hating myself that I genuinely didn't realize how miserable I'd become. And apparently my rock bottom needed paperwork because on February 4th, my birthday, I got divorce papers. Happy birthday, Jacob. Here's your present. It's legally binding. And now I'm sober. I'm rebuilding. I'm learning how to actually feel shit instead of immediately trying to chemically unsubscribe from reality. Which brings us to this weekend. My daughter and my now ex-wife are going to spend the weekend with her family, and I knew I was going to be sad. I knew I was going to be lonely. Naturally, I booked a Cruise for myself. Because apparently when you're rebuilding your life, reasonable hobbies like pickleball aren't dramatic enough. And yes, I'm going on a floating city where alcohol is available approximately every 12 fucking feet. So, hello, recently divorced. What could possibly go wrong? But I'm not doing this because I think I'm invincible. I'm doing it because for most of my life, when I felt pain, I escaped it. This time I want to experience my life, even the shitty parts. I want to eat dinner alone if that's what happens. I want to wake up sober. I want to be uncomfortable and discover that uncomfortable doesn't actually kill me. And I want to find out who the hell I am when I'm not running from myself. So I'm bringing you guys along with me. The good parts, the lonely parts, the awkward divorce, the awkward divorce guy eating shrimp cocktails by himself parts. All of it. Because my wife got out of the boiling water. And as painful as that was, it finally made me realize I need to get the fuck out too. Now I guess we find out what happens to the frog afterwards. Apparently, he goes on a cruise.
