Hi again, LD.
I'm sure you're right that some people come on to threads to project their own experience. That's been the case for me lately, which frankly is why I've stayed away.
Your TT story is so much like mine that it's seriously triggering for me. It brings back painful memories of this time last year, when I was still making my BS force everything out. I remember the cycle of him coming to grips with what he'd learned, seeing him turn pale with the hit, unable to eat, unable to sleep, then a day or two later letting himself entertain the possibility that it could actually be over. Asking for confirmation that that was everything, with huge terrified eyes, steeling himself against fear and hope, simultaneously. Me, wanting to be able to say honestly, yes, that's everything, it's over! Wanting it to be over so badly that I decide to make it be over, not by gathering the courage to tell the truth, but by finding the stamina to keep lying. And then the more pointed questions, me stammering, the guilt, the confession, the kick in the gut, the cycle starting again. Knowing it's all my fault, both the cheating and the lying, hating myself for being too cowardly to let go of the outcome. Spiralling shame and terror. Self-disgust, knowing I should be disgusted because I did this, all of it. Running and hiding, trying to forget so that I won't have to say it, he won't have to hear. And then, the the big-eyed question, "That's everything now, right?" Rinse and repeat.
Until recently, I've been so sure that you were still lying that it's been too hard for me to check in and offer any advice. Knowing that that scenario was playing out in the world again, right now, and that I was helpless to prevent it just hurt too damn much. With this last disclosure, I wanted to believe that you were getting to the real end of it, that you were realizing how little of him there was left to put back together. I hoped you would accept that if you didn't stop this soon, you would be attempting to reassemble a pile of dust.
I wanted to believe it, so I watched and listened. And again, I'm disappointed, because you've moved back into anger and defensiveness. You're spitting venom at yourself and everything else but showing no real vulnerability. You act like a cornered animal, and cornered animals have something to defend. And no, I'm not inside your head, but I was right about you lying before and I just still have that gut feeling that you still are not done.
I find myself wondering what you were thinking weeks ago when you said you were ready to take a polygraph but just couldn't find anyone to administer one. I mean I'm honestly wondering, not asking a snarky rhetorical question. You knew you were still lying, so what was your strategy at that point? To hope that by showing your willingness to go, you wouldn't have to? To give a parking lot confession? To successfully lie and beat it? Or had you convinced yourself that you could pass, because what was left was just subtle variations on what he already knew?
I ask because you're talking about a poly again, and you should really, really explore, in your own mind, if anything scares you about that. Are there questions you hope the examiner won't ask? Do you worry that anything is "subject to misinterpretation?" Ask yourself, because those are the places where you'll find your remaining lies. If you did something that "wasn't intercourse" because he only penetrated for a brief time. Or where you regretted/stopped the activity, so it didn't count. How you consented to the sex -- your enthusiasm for it, the exact words. How intimate the "non-sex" sex was. These were just some of my lies-after-I-stopped-lying. I'm sure you still have your own. Find them and tell him now, proactively, before he asks.
I may be projecting, but don't kid yourself that I'm getting any enjoyment from it. Nor do I hate you. I'm trying to figure out how to get you to see your blind spots while you're bullheadedly insisting you don't have any. You won't see them until you let this anger and resentment go.