Kristen Fell Onondaga, Michigan Michigan

My husband and I were high school sweethearts, since I was 14 years old. He was my first and only anything. He joined the military right out of high school, and I followed after him two years later when we were married. I had no problem changing jobs every two years as his military career demanded. I wanted to be the perfect military wife. After ten years he decided, on his twin brother’s advice, to ditch the military and become a police officer in Lansing, MI. I supported his decision, and we moved our little family to Michigan.Being a police officer’s wife was a little different than the military life I was accustomed to. There was no support system for either me or my husband, not even his twin brother who had convinced him to drop his military career. My husband started to drink more than I was comfortable with after a couple of years on the force. In summer 2011, there were massive layoffs in Lansing PD, and my husband headed over to Afghanistan with his twin brothe

My husband and I were high school sweethearts, since I was 14 years old. He was my first and only anything. He joined the military right out of high school, and I followed after him two years later when we were married. I had no problem changing jobs every two years as his military career demanded. I wanted to be the perfect military wife. After ten years he decided, on his twin brother’s advice, to ditch the military and become a police officer in Lansing, MI. I supported his decision, and we moved our little family to Michigan.Being a police officer’s wife was a little different than the military life I was accustomed to. There was no support system for either me or my husband, not even his twin brother who had convinced him to drop his military career. My husband started to drink more than I was comfortable with after a couple of years on the force. In summer 2011, there were massive layoffs in Lansing PD, and my husband headed over to Afghanistan with his twin brother to teach Afghan men how to be police officers. When he returned in December, he was a different man.In January, 2012, he started on the S.W.A.T. team for Lansing. That is when the dispatchers for LPD started to text him, A LOT! I always trusted my husband completely, so I just thought the texting had to do with his new position on the S.W.A.T. team. The texting continued through the summer.In the fall of 2012, my husband began to mention how some police officers were being so unfair to the dispatchers. He was going on and on about this. I just figured that some of the officers were being real asses! My husband also bought bagels for all the dispatchers. Once again, I didn’t think anything of it.In December, my husband’s attitude toward our daughter (now 10) and I changed dramatically. He screamed at her one day, and I basically called a timeout and pulled him into another room. He said he had not been happy for a long time, and I was not helping around the house with housework. I was shocked, because we both work full-time, and I always thought we’d done a good job of splitting up the housework 50/50. So I asked him if there was another woman. He looked me in the eye and told me,”No.”I felt like such a schmuck to even ask him that! I apologized for doubting him. We went to my office Christmas party that night- TENSE! The next weekend we had his S.W.A.T. team Christmas party. It was the first time I was meeting everyone (I know, after a whole year on the team!), and I was nervous. The first thing he did when we walked in the door, was to walk away from me. Thank goodness some other wives who were very familiar with the scene introduced themselves so I was not left standing there all alone. I was enjoying myself most of the night, mostly people watching, when I noticed an older woman really going all-out on the dance floor, grinding herself into the floor, right at the edge of the dance floor, while looking towards my husband. I asked him, and he shrugged it off. A couple of minutes later, he grabbed my arm and said it was time to go. I was surprised because we had the babysitter for quite a while longer. When we got to the car he said since I was sitting like a bump on a log, we might as well go. I was crushed.He kept up the soul-crushing edicts in January, and he was up all night drinking and basically sleeping on the couch. I said that we needed to go to counseling. We went to one session, where I poured my heart out and he sat there saying nothing.I got an e-mail for our phone bill, and noticed that it was slightly higher than normal. I got on-line at work to check. I noticed that my husband was spending HOURS on the phone in the middle of the night with certain numbers. I used whitepages.com to check them. One was a cell phone number, so I couldn’t check it, another was an official City of Lansing number, and the other belonged to Kristen Fell. I recognized that name. He had gone on and on to another woman about her sister-in-law, Kristen, and how great a dispatcher she was. Ding, ding, ding! I felt sick to my stomach.When I got home I could hardly look at the man who had been lying to me for the past few months. I waited until we put our daughter to bed, then confronted him. He admitted he had been screwing this whore, this OTHER MAN’S WIFE. I did my best to stand away from him so I would not hit him. I went up to bed and cried my eyes out. The next day I sent a letter to the whore’s husband to let him know about the affair and that it was supposedly over. After a few days of soul searching, including the next day where our daughter found out about her father’s infidelity and two days later in which I found out my dad had cancer, I decided to continue our counseling and try to work things out.My husband ended up with mono a few weeks later, which he gave to me. Before we realized what I had, while I was suffering with extreme body aches and fevers, I picked up his I pod to see if he had played a word on Words with Friends. I was shocked to see a message on there between him and his whore. He was asking if she was available some morning! I was so enraged I messaged like my husband, saying”Oh no, my wife found my messages and posted on Facebook!” And that is just what I did. I went to work where I had no access to my Facebook account. I was shaking and crying. I couldn’t believe that they were still hooking up!Shortly after walking into my office, my husband called me. Obviously his whore had gotten his”message” and was panicking. He begged me to take down my FB post. I told him I could not from work. He explained that I misinterpreted the message, that he was making sure she was not going to some shift party. In my fever addled state, I accepted his excuse, and gave him my FB password to take down the post.After that they were much more careful to not leave things open. It was not until late September that the next clue came. I found KIK on his phone. It was open, with her bikini picture up, saying”I love you!” and him responding,”Babe youíre awesome ..love u”I took a screenshot, and downloaded it on every device I could think of, including off site areas, like snapfish, where I considered making postcards to send to her whole family. Once I cooled down, I realized I couldn’t destroy her children the way she had destroyed my daughter. I asked my Mother-In-Law for assistance. Little good that did. My husband said he didn’t want to talk about it, and she dropped it. I thought maybe he would be ashamed of himself since his parents now knew what he was up to. Things between us were a little bit better.In early December I had a doctor’s appointment early one morning. I did not remind my husband before I left because he was still sleeping. I was done with the appointment, and thought I would surprise him with some breakfast. It was a surprise alright! I walked into the house and he came running downstairs in only jeans. I turned around after putting down the breakfast bag and noticed the pair of sneakers that did not belong at the front door. I looked at him and knew that the whore was upstairs. I went into an absolute rage! I tried to get by him to get at the whore- he would not let me. So I started slapping his face. He just let me. The man who never stood up for me a single time in the 20 years we were together stood there and let me beat on him so I would not get at his whore.I was so angry that he would protect this sorry excuse for a woman that I grabbed my phone and called her husband (I had looked up his number months ago). When he answered I didn’t recognize my own voice as I told him his wife was in my house, that I had just interrupted her fucking my husband. He said he had better go. He sounded crushed. Then I sent that KIK message to every one of my husband’s coworkers that I knew, along with the message that they were having an affair.I spoke to her husband a few times over the next week. I wish that we had contacted each other earlier. It turns out my husband and his whore had a”sleepover” at his twin brother’s house in February. Nice family, huh? Her husband knew this because he saw the two of them in my husband’s car for 15-20 minutes when my husband was taking her back to her car- they foolishly forgot that her husband worked right across the street. He doesn’t know how he didn’t ram them with the vehicle he was in. Also, the whore told her husband they had never done anything physical before. I set her husband straight because I knew they had been in my house earlier in the year. They had a thing for my guest bed- Ugh!Needless to say, my marriage is over. My soon-to-be-ex-husband says he made some mistakes, but I”pulled the pin.” Yes, I may have asked for the divorce, but really, how much bullshit should one person put up with? I can’t imagine two people more perfect for each other- two people willing to destroy their families for a romp in the middle of the day, then able to lie point-blank in people’s faces. >

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