Author: thelastchardonnay

www.deborahgalvin.com Counseling individuals, families, and couples, EFT relationship specialist, clinical researcher, Supreme Court certified family mediator, qualified parenting coordinator, adjunct professor, and medical/healthcare marketer. Join me as I blog through compilations of key descriptions, components, professional and personal accounts, articles, shared experiences, clinical criteria, victimizations, and behavior patterns in persons with high-functioning alcoholism, substance addictions, complex and covert Cluster B personality disorders, and the subsequent emotional abuse of those close to them. My goal and purpose is to create awareness, share knowledge, information, and education. I hope to provide clarity to anyone who may be feeling baffled and confused, or who may not understand what it is they’re seeing or experiencing in their life, or in the lives of someone close to them. Most importantly as a counselor, therapist and abuse survivor, my hope is for those readers to know they are not alone in their journey of discovery and the process of learning, identifying, and healing from the trauma of emotional and psychological abuse. Instagram: @galvindebbie Facebook: Deborah Galvin, MSW @deborahgalvincounseling Twitter: @galvindebbie www.deborahgalvin.com LinkedIn: Deborah Galvin, MSW

Beginning

So I’ve thought about this blog for some time. In high school and college I always felt a strong pull toward writing. In graduate school the writings were precisely focused on whatever it was I was working on. (Yawn). That usually left little room for creativity or self-expression. I have recently seen some powerful, compelling, fascinating, shocking, and some (seemingly) inexplicable and unexpected things that have been incredibly inspiring and some deeply disheartening. It is finally time for me to begin again. After much encouragement, support, and love from family and friends, I’ve decided to finally pull the trigger and put things together on this site. My entries are based on both professional and personal inspiration and experiences with the hope of helping those who need it. Clarity for their confusion. So here it goes…

The Final Call for Alcohol

No more guys with expunged DUIs.

No more guys who drink, then cry.

No more men who poop their pants.

No cheap men with untreated ants.

No more men who drop their glass.

After passing out, I’d lift his ass.

No more men with grandiose.

No more men who like to boast.

No more men who drink, then fall.

This next real man, he must stand TALL.

No more men who expect me home.

No more spending my time alone.

No tight men with broken ovens.

No more men with secret covens.

No more men with spackled walls.

Who will not paint them, one or all.

No more men with pickled livers.

These memories still make me shiver.

No more shaving hairy backs.

No more listening to what I lack.

No more men looking for a roommate.

Who knows no love, only how to hate.

No more guys who hide from giving.

By playing golf instead of living.

No more chauffeuring drunken men.

I promise you, never again.

No more men who judge their friends,

Behind their backs, it just never ends.

No more men who break me down, To cover for them, to straighten their crown.

No more men who just don’t see me,

Whose cold, sick heart is full of cruelty.

No more men who say they love me,

Whose actions speak of chilling jealousy.

No more men hitting on my friends.

This evil pattern has reached its end.

No more sitting outside a jail,

Waiting for a drunk to bail.

Enabling him, I stayed, I hoped,

That one day soon he’d cease to mope.

I’d pray each night he’d learn to cope,

But for a tortured soul, there’s just no hope.