Inside Moving On! |
 | What do you do when your pastor and husband after three years of marriage, walks in and announces, “We have to get a divorce?”Those devastating words changed the life of new author, LaShon F. Williams. Young, married and in love, her world was shattered when the ugly truth of lies, adultery and betrayal surfaced to destroy her five year marriage. As the pastors’ wife, she turned to the people and place she knew best for support and comfort - her church. Only to have them turn their back when they openly criticized and ostracized her. She watched them wrap their arms around and embraced their fallen pastor, who was living a life of adultery and compromise. A pastor who never missed a beat in the pulpit, but who also lived a double life as an adulterer and liar. It’s an eye opening experience when divorce occurs within church leadership. Ms. Williams’ incredible journey down a road of healing, hope and recovery is an inspiration and a must read to all who have experienced the pain and devastation of a divorce or difficult relationship. Divorce is a national epidemic! A disease that has latched unto the union of marriages in the United States and worldwide at such an alarming rate, it’s uncanny. |
Moving On! Living Life to the Fullest after Divorce is a story; a memoir of one woman’s emotional, mental and financial struggle to regain control of her life after it had been ripped apart by the devastation of divorce. Ultimately, she realizes that she alone is responsible for picking up the shattered pieces of her life and moving forward. It’s my story, my struggle, my victory. This is a story of recovery.
Questions to the Author
Why did you write Moving On? What was your inspiration?
When you go through a loss, such as death and divorce there is a void in your life and it’s important to go through the grieving process. We tend to hover around those grieving after the death of a love one. Understanding they need the emotional, mental, and sometimes financial support. That unfortunately is not always the case when it comes to divorce. What is not realized is that divorce is a form of death, an unnatural death. It is just as important for someone going through a divorce to transition through this same grieving process. Even though I was blessed with a supportive, loving family, there was still something lacking. Perhaps their inability in “how” to help me or my resistance in wanting to share all of my pain with those close to me, I felt isolated and alone with nowhere to turn for support. I didn’t want anyone else to go through this alone. People from all walks of life; ethnic groups, race and religions get divorced and they need a support system. If you can’t get to a support group, Moving On! can become your support group. Understanding that others know actually how you feel and what you are going through –helps. You can pick up this book and it will walk you through the stages of the recovery process and give you steps on how to successfully move on and start over.
What makes Moving On! Different from any other book on divorce?
It a story, a memoir of one woman’s emotional, mental and financial struggle to regain control of her life after it had been ripped apart by the devastation of divorce. Ultimately, she realizes that she alone is responsible for picking up the shattered pieces of her life and moving forward. It’s my story, my struggle, my victory. This is a story of recovery.
It’s engaging, powerfully moving, awakening and stirring every emotion in you. Without question there is no other book more moving or powerful on the subject of divorce recovery. I must read for everyone.
Excerpt from Moving On!
I knew James was having an affair. How? Gut feeling. You can’t rely on gut feelings? Says who? Gut feelings have helped solve many murder mysteries. Gut feelings have saved many lives. Sometimes you just know. A woman’s intuition when it comes to her husband is powerful. Maybe men know, too, but a woman definitely does. Besides, James’ behavior had never made sense in the first place. With a young, beautiful, smart wife at home, an adorable baby boy and plans to become a pastor, he had no reason to wake up one morning and announce that he was leaving his family. No one has to get a divorce. People choose to get divorced. They also do many irrational things when they find themselves involved in questionable relationships.I had already accused James of having an affair. My first inclination that something wasn’t right came from my 2 ½ year old in December 1995. Kids are so honest in what they say, and they have an impeccable memory. If we listened to children more, we could learn a lot. Driving home from church one sunny Sunday afternoon, I decided to take a different route. James and I often drove separately. Jay, strapped securely and contently in the backseat, was enthralled with the scenery outside his window. He kept his eyes glued to every passing image, determined not to miss a single detail. The sun was unusually bright. It was the perfect day for a leisurely drive, and we were in no rush to get home. As we drove down Nichols Street headed towards Main, Jay blurted out, “Mommy, I want to play with Christopher! I want to play with Christopher!”
Christopher? I didn’t know of any little boys at his daycare named Christopher. What made him want a new playmate? Why would he suddenly want to play with a “Christopher?”
“I don’t know of any little boys named Christopher, Jay,” I answered.
“I want to play with Christopher,” he said persistently.
His insistence caught me by surprise. Surely, he had gotten the name mixed up with another one. As I sat at a stop light, I searched my memory. We were always meeting people at functions, other churches, or in 3 our neighborhood. But I couldn’t recall a Christopher. Then it hit me that there was a little boy at the church, a good three or four years older than Jay. He would sometimes come to service with his mother and grandmother. As best I could recall, though, Jay had never played with him. I reserved play dates to kids more his age. Almost instantly, something moved in my spirit, and another Christopher came to mind. The light changed to green and I turned around to address my son who was still demanding to see his new playmate.
“Jay, do you want to play with Christopher the girl or Christopher the boy?” I asked.
The driver behind me impatiently blew his horn, but I didn’t move an inch until I got my son’s answer.
“I want to play with Christopher the girl!”
My heart dropped into my stomach in astonishment.
As I continued on the drive home with Jay, I searched my mind again. When had my son played with Marlene’s daughter? Hard as I tried to recall ever taking him to visit this child, I knew that I hadn’t. Like the other Christopher, she was at least four years older than Jay. But it was obvious that he had visited her enough times to recognize the street where she lived when we drove down it – which is the reason he had expressed his interest in playing with her.
“No, Jay,” I finally answered. “Not today. We have to get home.”
He seemed content with the answer and we drove the rest of the way in silence. I, on the other hand, was uncertain about what to do with this newfound information. Even connecting it with whatever might be behind James’ evasive behavior, I still tried to reject the signs.
