Voices: The Other Woman

Voices is a series of blog posts I’m sharing from my book of the same name:

VOICES: The truth, the pain, the love and the choice. 

Ladies, some of us have been the side chick; you know the one that plays second to the main chick and get all of the left overs from a man WE CAN’T EVEN CHEAT ON??

Yes, well today, I’m writing from the voice of the other woman. Not just the side chick, piece of pie waiting in the rafters but the woman YOUR MAN is in love with.

Step inside the bedroom and listen on in this conversation.

“We are not having this conversation, Paul.”

“We must, Sara, we must.”

Sara was speaking to Paul, on speaker phone, while getting ready for bed.

“Paul, this is just a ploy to get over here; it’s not happening.”

“I want to talk about leaving my wife.” Paul’s voice sounded strained.

“Paul, you are not leaving your wife.”

“I am.”

“Whatever, I’m going to bed, Paul. I might even have company tonight.” Sara said sacastically while sipping on some wine.

“Sara…”

“What?”

“I’ve been doing this all wrong, and I’m sorry. We need to talk; please open your door.” It was after 11pm; Sara looked towards her bedroom door and down the hall as Paul said, “I’m outside, in the rain, please open the door.”

Sara trotted down the stairs to the front door and looked through the glass to see rain pouring down and Paul in it. She threw open the door and said, “You didnt?”

“I left my wife Sara. I told her about you and how I was-”

“What? You were what? What could you possibly have told her?” Sara was truly stunned. Late night conversations or lunch dates once a week weren’t an affair; adultery maybe but not an affair.

“I’m in love with you Sara.”

“How? By Conversation?”

“Sara…” Paul stood on the uncovered porch with sad eyes, “My marriage has been over since before I met you. When we met and started to have lunch and, yes, conversations, I realized what I was missing. My entire falicy of a marriage is my fault. We married out of college, started great careers, scheduled sex, and never had time to consider kids or anything that looked like fun. Her work meetings turned into weekend vacations in other countries and my work meetings consisted of me staring at the walls in my office.”

“Wow…”

“I didn’t leave my wife because of you, but becasue you helped me see my faults. I”m not here to say I want you, let me in your bed. I don’t even know why you said that but, I’m here to say, we need to talk about this…I love you. You Sarah..not your body, but YOU.”

Sara stood looking at home not thinking he was soaking wet from the rain and her hardwod floors were beginning to show signs of flooding. Sara was stunned.

“Look, I’m checking into the Hilton for an unprecedented amount of time; I just thought you should know, by seeing my face no doubt, how I feel. I’m sorry I bothered you. Good night Sara.” Paul turned and started down the steps of the porch when Sara stopped him.

“Pauli,” She spoke his given name in almost a whisper but he heard her. He turned back with a hopeful look in his eyes, “I love you, too.” Sara released the statement from the pit of her soul scared of what this meant for them both.

Paul walked back to the door and leaned in to kiss Sara on her cheek. He whispered in her ear, “We’ll meet for lunch this week like we always do, and I’ll call you from time to time, until we know it’s right to go to the next level. I will respect you, Sara. ”

“Thank you, I agree.” She whispered back.

Paul drove off heading to the Hilton hotel; Sara didn’t close the door until the tail lights faded in the distance.

Voices, (c) 2017, B.A.D LLC dba Destined Publishing

Jemma…isn’t her name

I write books.

When I write, I tell the stories God gives me; some of those stores don’t make sense.

When I first started writing, I was a teenager, actually a preteen and the story just continued. To this day, 30 some years later, it has not been finished. I can’t even tell you why but right now there is a new story. A story I started writing for a contest and, then, it took a life on of it’s own.

Not true.

God redirected the path of the character. Jemma. Jemma is the character, but it’s not even her name.

“You’re not going to meet her.” Edward stated. 

“Yes, I am. She is the piece to this puzzle we don’t have.” Jemma said grabbing her coat. 

“No, we don’t know her, what she does; come on Jemma.” He pleaded. 

“Mr. King said we needed to meet. I didn’t think she would drop her life and be here in London at the blink of an eye.” 

“Right! Who is she? What does she need to say that couldn’t have been said over the phone.” 

Jemma plopped down on the couch and sighed. Edward was right. She couldn’t say why Damia Willis, was coming to meet her.

“Jemma…” 

“Edward, that isn’t even my name.”

“It’s the name you have lived with; you can’t leave it behind.” Edward sat next to her and put his hand on her knee. “Who is this woman?” 

“Who am I? Who am I Edward that she dropped her life and is on a jet HERE RIGHT NOW?” Jemma started to cry, “Who am I?” 

(From Book 2 of the Her Journey to the Truth)

Get ready for the book launch of book one of Her Journey to the Truth

 

and then, again..

This is part of books 9 and 10 of the Damia Willis, FBI series. There is never an ending to the story God creates.

 

“It’s not our problem.” 

“It’s always our problem; everything we do for God is our problem.” 

It’s not OUR problem, Reed; go and be with your wife-

“THIS IS ABOUT MY WIFE!!!! Your friend, Anthony. I guess  you forgot how you were called away almost 5 years ago. How we all have traveled across the world with money that just SHOWS UP, and now-“

Anthony stood up while pounding his fists on the table screaming back at Reed, “I KNOW!! SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND; YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND. DON’T YOU EVER FORGET I WILL KILL YOU ABOUT HER.” 

Peter calmly walked into his dining room. He looked at his friends screaming at each other, both holding back the tears and anger. Peter chose his words wisely, while praying.

“Friends,” Peter started. 

“Bullshit!” Anthony said turning to Peter, “Friends don’t lie to each other. We’ve been through sh-“

“Watch it, Anthony, you will not catch me slipping again.” Anthony sat back down at the table. Peter turned to Reed as he leaned on the door frame. “Reed-“

“Where is my wife, Peter?” 

Peter hesitated looking at Reed’s back avoiding Anthony’s glare.

“Peter.” Reed said in a normal tone without turning around. 

“She’s in London.” 

“On her own.” 

“On HER OWN??” Anthony screamed. 

“Who is this woman? Why did she go? What do we know? WHAT DO YOU KNOW?” Reed said turning to Peter. 

“I’m still doing the research.”

“No, no-” Anthony started.

“No, Peter, that’s not true. You know something.” 

“Reed,” Peter shook his head and sat at the table, “I can’t even begin to explain this woman, my life, my service.” 

Reed sat down at the table and said, “Start with anything we don’t know, Peter; we have all the time in the world.” 

“We need Damia back.” Peter said. 

“Not in the middle of a lie we don’t.” Anythony stated. 

“Fine, but first of all, this is not our problem.” 

“BUT MY WIFE, is in LONDON, and she won’t TAKE MY CALLS.” Reed’s cell phone started ringing; looking at the caller ID it was Damia. “Babe? Where are you? What are you doing?” 

“I love you, Reed. I’m so sorry I left without saying  a word. I had to get here. I needed to help. I’m sorry you woke up and I wasn’t there.” 

“It’s okay.” Reed said looking at Anthony, “What’s wrong?” 

“Reed, tell Peter, he’s wrong. This is our problem. This is spiritual. I can’t do this alone.” 

“What is it?” Peter asked.

“She said you’re wrong.” 

“Is he there?” Damia asked, “Let me speak to him?” 

Reed handed the phone to Peter, “Yes, love?” 

“PETER!!!! My God, who is this WOMAN??? Peter, she’s dying.” 

Peter stood up abruptly knocking over his chair, ” What? What?” He motioned to the others to follow him. They got in the chauffer driven car, “Airport. Keep talking Damia, I’m putting you on speaker.” 

“She’s dying. I met her at the restaurant and as soon as she laid eyes on me she started clutching her chest. She’s had a major heart attack.” 

“OH my God.” Anthony said. 

“Yes, wait, what are you doing there, Anthony? No never mind. According to her boyfriend, this is the second heart attack in four monhts. The doctors are doing what they can, but she’s dying.” 

“Damia, get to my house, now. We’re getting on a plane.” 

“But what about Jemma?” Damia asked.

GET TO MY HOUSE NOW.” Peter screamed then ending the call.

Everything leads to Damia

My History

When I started this blog, it was because of my book of intimate poems ‘the lock on the door’; I never expected to share some of my Chrisitian fiction or insight for husbands and wives. I never thought I would come to this point in my life where I would have to site down and share my history. THIS HISTORY.

I wrote the poetry book while my husand and I were going through challenges and changes in our marriage. I wanted so mush to fall in love all over again to finish raising our kids, and have a happily every after. IT DIDNT HAPPEN.

I found out later that year he was cheating on me and wrote my testimony in ONE WEEK after that; I had allowed myself to be a victim and then decided NO LONGER.

Now that I am six years older, spiritually wiser, and a walking understatment, I have no time for the past. It is time for me to create new history.

I started writing this blog post because of a sinking feeling I was having; I know now that everything happens because of, and in, time.

My history is still being made, how about you?

Another Visit

Yes, I’m still creating this book I shared with you in the previous post, but it is full of the intimacy a Christian has and is full of the suspense of the unknown? Are you ready?

She shut the door behind her and leaned against it as she let the worries of the day play over in her mind. Before she opened her eyes an invigorating aroma filled her nose. Quickly, she realized it was a man cologne and her eyes flew open. There at the bottom of her stairs sat “Mike”; he just stared at her with chin resting on his folded hands.

“Why?” She asked.

“Why what?”

“Why are you here?”

“You know why; it’s all in the plan.”

“I don’t know the full extent of the plan. This isn’t fair you just show up!” She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sighed. “It’s just not fair.” She said lowering her voice.

“It’s not about what is fair, but what is right.” She felt his breath in her ear as whispered his response. When she opened her eyes he was gone; another visit from her future king.

“God, not again!!!”

Dana Williamson

B.A.D. LLC dba B.A.D. BOOKS.

 

Vision of Mike

Below is portion of a story being created from the prophetic visions of Me: The author…

Take a step into my library while I write:

 

“I’ve watched you for years.”

“Years?” She said looking at him from her hospital bed.

“Yes.” He answered staring at her not blinking. His emotions were high but he had them in check that the look he gave her frightened and intrigued her.

“That’s kind of stalkerish.”  She said.

“Maybe, but I had to wait.” He responded leaning against the wall.

“Really, Mike?”

“Yes, really. I’m not sure why that is so hard for you to understand.”

She realized what he was saying; her spiritual discernment always told her someone was watching waiting and loving her from a distance but she wasn’t ready. Even now, in the hospital, she asks God why it had to be here.

“I just always thought I was wrong.”

“Wrong? You were never wrong; even about this.”

“What do we do now?”

“Only God knows.” He responded and faded away.

She blinked twice and realized she had been in a vision, having a full conversation with her future husband.

© B.A.D. Blessed, Anointed & Destined, LLC ™ dba B.A.D BOOKS

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Dana Williamson

Writer/Coach

Smart, SAVED, & Sexy: Where is Bae?

Proverbs 18:22 (NKJV) He who finds a wife finds a good thing,
And obtains favor from the Lord.

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If you are single and have been for a long time, sometimes you wonder, where is BAE? I have come today to remind you, especially the ladies, STOP LOOKING FOR BAE. Bae isn’t going to show up if your eyes are focused on where instead of why. God intended for your HUSBAND, ladies, TO FIND YOU.

Men, husbands, stop being a player and realize you need to be in a position to see the wife God has for you. You need to be able to tell those girls, BAE is waiting and she’s got me already. BAE IS PRAYING for you …..oh my..I’M ABOUT TO PREACH IN HERE.

Ladies, STOP DATING THEM….BECAUSE GOD SHOWED YOU AND IS SENDING HIM.

Husbands, when someone else shows up and your heart is with BAE, you’ll be just like Author in Merlin.


 

It’s not LUST if You’re Married

One of the things I know having been a wife, is that when I would think of making love sessions, my thoughts went to my husband. I didn’t fantasize about anyone else, and it wasn’t really a fantasy. It was a thought of what was about to GO DOWN with my husband later that day, that night, etc.

It’s not lust if you’re married and thinking of your husband. It’s not lust if you’re having hot and steaming LOVE MAKING with your husband. What is lust and sinful, etc, is when you have to think of someone to get aroused, when you watch pornography, when everything outside your bedroom has to help you in your bedroom.

Get it together saints!

Love on, and with, your SPOUSE!

Not the Christian Stereotype

I am loved. I am want to be loved, and I want to give all of my love to my future king. Spiritually, neither of us are ready.

I spoke this today in my spirit, out-loud, and now here; why? People believe Christians don’t feel loving in a way a wife loves a husband. We’re adults here so let me be clear: wives want to love on their husbands behind closed doors 15 years into their marriage as if they are still newlyweds. Wives want to give their entire bodies to their husbands because that’s what we do. (I was a wife so I can say we.)

Yet, society doesn’t look at a Christian being able to do that.

Let me shut down the stereotype: SEX IS NORMAL. GOD intended for a man and a woman to have SEX. Maybe it reproduces a short version of themselves maybe it doesn’t, but GOD INTENDED for us to enjoy each other sexually as well when we’re not having sex.

Why are we, my future king and myself, not ready?

We live lives that are building on the gifts God has given us. We haven’t even had a chance to court each other let along be ready to give to each other lovingly. You’re probably asking why am I talking about this: BECAUSE SOMEONE ELSE IS WONDERING ABOUT THEIR SEX LIFE IN A CHRISTIAN HOME.

Let go of the  religious rhetoric and love on your husband. Whether it is the kitchen, bedroom, shower or garage (yesssss, stop being so timid), keep the flame lite.

 

Love ya!

Dana Williamson

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Smart, Saved, & Sexy: Dana Williamson

Every time I post here, I share a piece of me in my words but I never share me. Today, I wanted to do something different and give you the woman behind the books, behind the rhyme, forever in ministry and ahead of time. I’m thankful that in this part of my life I can do this with out fear of the enemy. Remember the word of God says resist the enemy and He will flee!

I started writing short stories and poetry at twelve years old; I didn’t know I could publish or even sell my works until seven years ago. Since then, I have been work diligently to do what is necessary to keep my gift growing. From self help books to recently publishing my first Christian Fiction series, here I am: Dana Williamson.

SMART:

I have three degrees: two associate degrees (Police Science and Biblical Studies) and a Bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice. I have many certifications in business and ministry as well as in learning my craft.

SAVED:

I accepted the Christ as my Lord and savior in September of 1995 even though I had known the Lord for many years prior. I went to Catholic Elementary and High Schools, and obtained my Bachelors Degree from a Lutheran College. I am a ministry leader, not by choice, but by my yes; the Lord called me and here I am.

SEXY: 

I keep my clothes on. I share the insights from a married woman. I encourage marriage although divorced. I walk under the biblical understanding that the marriage bed is not defiled. I want on my king!

With that I thank you all for liking, sharing, commenting and reading the blog posts from the lock on the door.

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In the next few days, look out for a free thank you gift!

God bless you!