Stacy Hell Berg North Dakota North Dakota

Let me start by apologizing if this post appears twice…and even deeper apologies if there are inconsistencies between my submissions. Let me explain… not long ago, I was driving down the road listening to my favorite radio program when they mentioned this website. I didn’t take the time to listen to the callers’ perspectives (or the opinions of the DJ’s for that matter.) I immediately pulled my car over. Shaking uncontrollably, I quickly found the site on my phone, and before I knew it, I was using voice recognition to spew out this story in between continuously flowing tears and while trembling beyond my belief. My head was spinning with memories and thoughts. I clicked “submit” before even taking the time to think. My eyes blurred with tears, I don’t know how many millions of type-o’s my passage contained or if it’s even legible, considering God only knows what words my voice recognition app used in place of true English grammar. So, there you have it. A year a

Let me start by apologizing if this post appears twice…and even deeper apologies if there are inconsistencies between my submissions. Let me explain… not long ago, I was driving down the road listening to my favorite radio program when they mentioned this website. I didn’t take the time to listen to the callers’ perspectives (or the opinions of the DJ’s for that matter.) I immediately pulled my car over. Shaking uncontrollably, I quickly found the site on my phone, and before I knew it, I was using voice recognition to spew out this story in between continuously flowing tears and while trembling beyond my belief. My head was spinning with memories and thoughts. I clicked “submit” before even taking the time to think. My eyes blurred with tears, I don’t know how many millions of type-o’s my passage contained or if it’s even legible, considering God only knows what words my voice recognition app used in place of true English grammar. So, there you have it. A year and a half after my husband’s affair, it seems that the pain and humiliation is still so overwhelming that I jumped on the opportunity to tell my story. You should know that not every woman on this site is only posting out of revenge. There is something very satisfying, therapeutic even, about sharing an experience with other women that may be able to connect. After finding this site, and for the first time in a long time, I finally don’t feel alone. I can’t say whether posting here is justified in every situation, but I can say that it feels really damn good! Not only in exposing putrid human beings (more like cum buckets and the dickholes that make deposits) but in tearfully, but NOT FEARFULLY, telling my story… openly without hiding behind the inevitable wall of humiliation that men who cheat build in front of their now self doubting, newly insecure wives. I am no exception. No matter how strong or whole, confident or valuable I once was, I couldn’t help but question myself; doubt everything I thought I once had, all that I knew to be true, all that I thought I had going for me in this life. After all, if I were the beautiful woman I believed myself to be, why would my husband choose an affair with an overweight, low IQ, needy, pathetic, manic-depressive, rarely bathed, FUGLY whore? Well, the why is in the details, the whore in the dust, and I am still beautiful inside and out. It took me over a year to realize that NONE of this was about me. As it turns out, I’m not alone. Here’s my story (Apologies in advance for my language. Betrayal has that effect):My husband and I had been married for 8 years, together for over 9. I am a professional, highly educated woman. He is in sales, previously successful, but now a very unstable profession in a flailing economy. I had worked two positions for our entire marriage, often making more money than my husband. He held his own, but went through employers like disposable spoons. At that time in our lives, I had finally landed that BIG POSITION. You know, the one you worked your whole career for…the one that has a fancy title and a hefty salary. I was proud, but never financially secure. Four children make it really hard to get ahead. With my husband sifting though job after job and spending at his will, I continued to work two positions. My hours were long and exhausting. I still took the time to enjoy private time with my husband, spice things up in the bedroom, and, well… quite bluntly, meet both of our kinky needs. Regardless, my husband slowly began pushing me away, starting arguments all of the time, complaining about my hours, making large purchases without discussing our budget (like a new truck.) Finances had been so tight for so long, we still couldn’t seem to catch up. We were under stress. Never the less, I was confident that we could make it through anything. He has so many beautiful qualities, our children are amazing, and I knew there was no shortage of love in our family. Well, 8 months into my new “dream job,” the company had to make budget cuts. The high paying position that was created for me was the first to go. I was demolished and absolutely distraught in trying to wrap my brain around how we were going to pay all of our bills. No time for me to sulk in sweat pants with a pint of ice cream. Within two days, the company my husband worked for folded. On Thursday we were a well employed couple and by Monday we were a family of 6 living off of my part-time income. He became depressed, lazy, and even more argumentative. I now know that he was dealing with significant feelings of inadequacy and self loathing as though he were incapable of providing for his family and unworthy of a woman like myself. Less than 2 weeks after our job losses, my husband declared that, in order to save our family financially, he was taking a job in North Dakota. He felt as though there were no real opportunities where we live, and there’s a huge economic boom in that part of the country. (removed) He announced he was leaving on a Friday, broke it to our children, and left Monday. I tried to hold our children together, tried to hold myself together, but I was falling apart. My husband cried over the phone the entire drive. In my heart, I knew I was losing him. In his, he was doing the right thing for his family. In reality, he was running away from REALITY. My husband was having a midlife crisis. I knew it, but I didn’t say anything to him. I hoped I was wrong.He moved to N.D. in March and came home only once for one week in May, for our son’s First Holy Communion. The visit was odd. Tense and ridged. It felt to us (the children and I) as though he didn’t even want to be here. He claims he felt as though we didn’t want him here. In the meantime, he began insisting that I was having an affair with a friend of mine whom he claims is his “arch enemy.” He started spending every pay check he had before I could pay our daycare, electric, or anything else. Week by week, more money being taken from ATMs, and he begins drinking incessantly. As the story goes, he started living a ”single life,” telling some people that he was separated from his wife while telling others about his great love for his beautiful family. He lied to himself and everyone around him. He previously called the children and I every morning, throughout the day, and at bedtime. Slowly he called less and less, began creating arguments to get off the phone, and just plain ignoring us.He and the homewrecking whore both claim that they met at a bar sometime in June. The first night they laughed and drank, she had her hand on his leg and came on really strong, but he told her he was married and he loved his wife. He left early to avoid her, but she didn’t get the hint. Although she admitted she was also married, she claimed she was separated. In reality, she hadn’t separated from her husband until beginning a relationship with mine. By separation, I mean she moved herself into their basement and went to counseling with her husband, claiming to try to save their marriage for the sake of their 3 children. Neither of these two scumbags were ever actually separated. My husband never even let on that he might be unhappy in our marriage, just kept blowing my questions off and behaving as though my suspicions were insane. I didn’t accuse him of having an affair because I honestly thought that he’d never ever do anything like that, that our love was too great. Well, we did in fact love one another, but apparently my husband didn’t love himself. He actually hated himself, speaking now of how he had a death wish and was on a path to destruction. The low-life insecure heifer came along just in time. He may not have been good enough for a woman like me, but he was more than enough man for her. She came on strong (having done this before) and by the end of July my husband gave in to her. Within 2 weeks, they were claiming they loved each other. Total insanity! She told me herself that she actually believed he loved her in that short period of time, despite his wedding ring and my photo on his wall. Of course I didn’t know about her yet, and all I ever got was “Good morning Beautiful. I love you; miss you, blah blah, blah…” He was arrested twice for drinking and driving, got a DUI, demolished his new truck, emptied every penny of all of our bank accounts, bought himself another new truck and anything else he wanted. He didn’t spend money on the whore because she’s not valuable. He was just trying to replace his family (in his small mind) with a  very cheap knock off. While the kids and I lived now in poverty, my health deteriorating, our home foreclosed. No longer able to afford football for our son or dance for our daughters, he was attending this bitch’s son’s football games and daughter’s dance recitals. He was absolutely delusional. So was the skank, who repeatedly told him that if we loved him we’d be there with him (she had no idea that we discussed him only working there a few months) but what she DID know was that he was married with children. The bastard never took down my picture or our family pics from the wall! I asked her what she said to him re:my photos and all she replied was that she said I was pretty. She knew he was married with 4 small children. She was married with small children of her own. She didn’t care. She complained that her husband was a drunk while dating a married man with 2 DUI’s in 2 weeks. I know she has a chemical imbalance (she’s diagnosed as bipolar,) but this is no excuse for not getting medical attention, not taking the appropriate meds, and failing to take her own REAL marriage/family seriously.In September he needed a surgery. He is terrified of doctors and needles, yet seemed to be fine having his first ever SURGERY without me being by his side. I knew in my heart there must be another woman. Day of surgery, she drives him, and while still in recovery, I flat-out ask for her name. He confesses and gives me her phone number. He truly believed she was separated. She pretended to believe he was separated also, although when I called her out she admitted knowing all about me, seeing my pics, his wedding band on his finger, etc. I sent her all of his professions of love to me to set her straight, in case her ignorant fat ass really hadn’t put 2+2 together. Turns out, just like all homewreckers, she knew he was still married and didn’t care. She thought he was hers now. These two were playing each other. Even before breaking it off, he put himself in counseling for being a compulsive liar!!! He didn’t understand why he was behaving the way he was, why he was so weak and defensive, and how he could lie to himself all of the time more or less lie to everyone else. I guess having a midlife crisis is a bitch, but not as much a bitch as this ugly jezebel, or karma.He finally ended the relationship, met with her AND HER HUSBAND to apologize to him and make it clear that it was over (I attended the meeting via telephone.) Of course, she wouldn’t accept the pink slip. She was actually giving him the “this isn’t real right? Just a ploy to deceive our partners” look- right in front of her husband!!! Kept calling him, his work, etc. Pretending (to me via text and her husband at home and in counseling) that she’d never see my husband again, but in actuality she was following him around and begging for him like the pathetic, insecure twat-discharge that she is. My husband really wanted his wife and family. She really wanted him. She chased him around long dark, icy back roads late at night WITH HER CHILDREN IN THE CAR AND HER HUSBAND WORRIED SICK, putting her children’s lives in danger just to beg for my husband’s attention. She offered to divorce her husband if my husband would refrain from dumping her! In front of her 2 small kids, she made it clear that he didn’t even need to commit to her and she would still get a divorce as long as they could keep blowing smoke up one another’s asses! Her eldest daughter posted on Facebook after seeing her kissing a strange man (my husband) at Target. She told me that her daughter did this because her daughter has some psychological issues. This is what she says about her own heartbroken daughter who was calling her mommy out for being a homewrecking skank and hurting her dad as well. Her daughter was crushed, and now her mom tells outsiders that she’s mentally instable?! Poor girl. Her husband had communicated with me, he’s a nice man. Her husband was crushed when he accompanied his young daughter to dance class and she said to him, “Daddy, usually mommy’s friend comes to my dance class. Is he coming?” Imagine how this poor man must’ve felt! There’s SOOO much more to the story- too much really. But it turns out according to her best friend and others, it’s all because she’s bipolar and not taking her medication. She doesn’t believe she needs it, although she cries uncontrollably, demands attention, is very compulsive and needy, and her insecurity is satisfied simply by HOPING to be a sperm-hole . She wants to be an educator but she can’t control her insecurities, always crying or clinging for attention, and then demanding to be in control, causing problems with church committees and other groups she tries to pretend she’s bright enough to keep up with. She claims to be a very Christian woman but actually was using her church as a trysting place, having her children sit with her and MY husband during services. Obviously my husband has no morals or fear of God either. Best part, turns out they never actually slept together!!! All just two insecure people creating a fake life, trying to boost their egos and gain attention from one another. She tried to bed him constantly, and they fooled around plenty, but the consensus is that she doesn’t shower frequently and has an odd funky odor. GROSS! She told her husband that my husband couldn’t get it up or satisfy her the way her own husband does. She actually believed that her “boyfriend” didn’t get hard with her due to erectile dysfunction (she didn’t actually know the term; HER husband explained it to her. She just believed something was wrong with him “down there.”) My husband confessed he just couldn’t get aroused by her disgusting cottage cheese like body, tiny vocabulary/small minded conversation, and smelly cooter. Just wanted her attention. Wanted her to believe he was into her so he could keep her as she told him how great he was and made him feel like a worthy human being when he knew he wasn’t.… then when she left he would just jerk off to pics and video of me. WTF?!?! Not really an emotional affair; he never had any true feelings for her, just used her. A sexual affair without full intercourse because she couldn’t satisfy him sexually. She managed to satisfy his deranged ego and help him hide from himself and his own inner hatred and fears. Maybe she should be a fucking therapist!Stacy Hell Berg is an awful human being, disgusting low life, redneck, fatass cumbucket. Terrible wife and horrific mother. Illiterate (you should read her illegible texts or hear the way she speaks- as if English is not her native language) unbathed, weighed well over 300lbs, uses bars and church to meet married men, and will do ANYTHING for attention. Married 3 or 4 times, admitted to having several affairs/one night stands during this marriage alone… I guess her maiden name HELL says it all. Maybe she can’t help being an evil cunt. Suppose she was just born that way. I pray she starts taking her meds and that she never actualizes her dreams of being an educator. She demolished the hearts of my children and hers. Imagine what she’ll do if she has access to so many small minds and hearts to corrupt. Well, I hope my husband’s ego is finally satisfied. He’s caused so much damage to everyone around him. And Stacy, well, all I can hope is that she spends a little more time praying at church and less time preying on other women’s husbands. Sloppy homewrecking smelly black hole of cellulite.FYI, she’s one of those women that simply looks like a fat girl from the top to her waist and then her ass and hips explode into a massive cottage cheese blubber-pad that piles over the sides of chairs when she sits. Take a close look at her tasteful bathroom décor, classy nail job and super hot cell phone case. I guess no one notified her, or her jewelry, that it’s no longer 1988.Well, that was cathartic. Stacy Hell Berg may have hurt my family and aided in hurting me, but she did not take anything from me. Never had the option despite her clear craving for my sloppy seconds. She’s still living her fake life, self-righteous and believing that she and my husband shared something deep. Doesn’t even realize she’s all used up. Yup, she was used, just as she uses men for attention. Seems it’s true, what comes around really does go around. Currently, she lives in fear, knowing that I’m hot, she’s convinced that I’m going to bang her husband due to a bond we created during this ordeal. Insecurity sucks, huh? >

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