What happened when you found out your SO was lying on the polygraph if you don’t mind me asking. I’m think this part worries me the most. It has been 1 year since D-day and I’m
Worried there still may before even though he is totally up
For taking a polygraph.
Take what I have to say with the caveat that every situation has unique aspects. I try not to paint with a broad brush, but I also recognize adultery and sexual infidelity have clear patterns that repeat with some predictability.
That said, here's a brief version of what happened: I asked for a polygraph initially after getting trickle truth from her, then I backed off and participated in rug sweeping. Around the 3 year mark after DDAY, I began to feel my situation was intolerable and I started posting here for advice.
That was one year ago. One of the first things I did after posting here was get off high center and started giving my WW some clear ultimatums. I told her we were headed for divorce and if she didn't follow through on things I'd ask her to do, we were done.
She immediately started doing them, including a timeline.
Then we hit another snag. That's a euphemistic way of saying she started to manipulate the situation. She dragged out giving me the timeline and actually doing the polygraph for another four months. I allowed it bc she framed it within the context of her IC guiding the disclosure process.
It turned out there was some significant new information in the timeline, but not earth shattering. I still felt she was lying. I told her she would need to follow through on the polygraph.
She responded by having a full blown panic attack in her therapist's office one day and then being taken to the ER by MIL. At the time, my MIL told me on the phone that we had a "terrible marriage."
I was like, "No shit Sherlock, where have you been?!" Although I didn't say that, and my MIL apologized and she's basically been nothing but kind and supportive toward me before DDAY and after. She's ashamed of her daughter.
In any case, I still insisted on the polygraph, and by this point my WW's real motives became clear. She had agreed to take the poly but was now saying DARVO things like "You're going to blow up our family over this?!"
Cut to the penultimate scene in this four month drama: she took the poly, but it was a real shitshow of theatrics like she was having her fingernails pulled out one by one. Her sister, my SIL, also brought her to the polygraph and was exceedingly unhelpful and amped up the drama.
The polygraph examiner persisted through all of this dysfunctional sturm and drang horseshit.
My WW failed. Definitively. On the basic question of "did you have sex more than once" with the AP.
So what happened after?
Well, this was two days before Christmas last year. So I woke up on Christmas Eve and she wanted to know what my thinking was. I told her, "what I'm thinking is you're a fucking liar and I want a divorce." (that's actually very close to a word for word quote for what I said).
But naturally, being caught in the Mr. Nice Guy feedback loop I've been in apparently for most of my life, I didn't divorce her. I felt it would be a shock to the kids right around Christmas. In hindsight, I should have moved forward right then and there.
Not long after, I started having persistent chest pains. I went to my doctor after about two weeks and was told I'd had a heart attack. Several weeks later (yes, it took that long to get an appt) I was sitting in a cardiologist's office. After going through the full battery of tests, the conclusion was that I DID NOT have a heart attack and that anxiety and a deficient CPAP were to blame. My heart is very healthy and in tip top shape.
By this time, I felt battered and very low. But on the bright side, I had finally gotten the memo from my body: If I continued on like this, I'd be dead within the next ten years.
I had gained some weight after her failed poly, stress eating and sitting around being sedentary because I thought I'd had a heart attack. Even though I tried not to, I treated myself like a china doll before I knew for sure my heart was okay.
Then the pandemic lockdowns began. I felt I'd be a real shirtbird to leave my family in the midst of a global pandemic, so I put it off again.
This summer, my inner Cro Magnon had apparently had enough of this dithering and reasserted himself.
In early August, after my 10 year old son came to me and asked me to tell him the real truth about why he couldn't have playdates with his friend, I told my WW this was an unacceptable situation for me, that she had put in an untenable position I no longer wanted any part of, and in no uncertain terms I wanted a divorce -- and that I would work with her for it to be amicable. We've been working on the details since then.
I don't regret doing the polygraph at all. It was not the only thing, it was one more data point that informed me. And it told me what I already suspected: That my WW was not being truthful and transparent.
She insists otherwise and has tried to lay her failure at the feet of anxiety. That doesn't wash because luckily I put in a second question on the polygraph that she did pass.
So I can measure her failed question against that and know she's lying based on the pattern: she also gaslighted me on hard mode during the affair, destroyed all of texts between them, trickle truthed me, blameshifted, minimized and continued to insult me after DDAY by telling me things such as my attitude toward sex was "immature" because I couldn't grasp that sex with her AP was "meaningless." I also recorded a VAR convo between her and AP. It was only one convo but it told me everything I needed to know and it was easy enough to extrapolate lots of other information from it. It was like listening to a stranger. She was callous, calm, knowing, reveling in the sex with him, and doing performative mannerisms and quirks I had thought were exclusive for me (but which I know realized were just a part of her female bag of tricks).
So the polygraph was more like the capstone to all of that. It was bad enough she defiled our home by having sex with AP in our house, unprotected, "one time." That's a deal breaker right there. But to know she was STILL lying after three years about the extent of the sexual relationship was insufferable to me. And still is.
I am one who firmly believes that without radical honest, reconciliation is well nigh impossible. Because without this unvarnished access to the truth, you as the BS have no recourse for filling in that black hole in your life during the affair. And you have no hope of restoring any authentic trust with your WS. Sure, you may "trust" that they're not going to stab you in your sleep. But you don't trust them on a fundamental level.
Adultery is abuse, as I've outlined elsewhere. That's inescapable. It is a particularly insidious form of abuse because it has the bizarre approval of a significant portion of our society and even (especially lately with female infidelity) valorization of it.
Without transparency, no truth. Without truth, no trust. Without trust, no reconciliation.
At least that's the way I see it.
[This message edited by Thumos at 9:35 AM, October 1st (Thursday)]