Chomping at the bit…

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Tonight my hubby and I sat down to watch Dateline on TV. They had special about a murder case in Las Vegas. They inform you that someone is going to commit murder– and you won’t believe who.

Then in the first two to three minutes of the show, they played the 9-1-1 call of a woman. She spoke of her husband trying to kill her, you heard silence and then gun shots.

Within 15-30 seconds of her speaking on the 9-11 tape before I heard the gun shots, I said very firmly to my husband, “She is definitely lying.”

You could tell by the way she spoke totally calmly in the beginning of the call — whispering clearly and precisely giving out her address. Then she speed up her voice, and it became high pitched. Each sentence ended in a high pitch. If someone is about to kill you, you don’t speak totally calmly then squeal off at the end. There is never a moment of calm. It’s terror. It is feverish, shaky, jittery — whispering maybe – but clearly not calm.

I knew it before any evidence came up that she was guilty of killing her husband and it wasn’t self-defense. The 9-1-1 call was all it took me. I was certain.

My husband looked at me in suspense and continued to watch. As the show unraveled, the homicide investigator came to believe that she was guilty of killing her husband — that it wasn’t “self-defense”. I completely concurred as I, too, watched the evidence. The case went to the D.A. The D.A. decided to prosecute the case and the state appointed an attorney to the woman.

The state offered her a plea bargain. She declined it — and swears by her innocence. Before trial, I told him she’d take it. She was falling apart and it was because she couldn’t handle lying in front of all these people (a judge and 12 jurors). She wasn’t capable of going on anymore with it. The stress of her lie was sending her over the edge.

She took the plea bargain last minute for second degree murder. She is serving 10-25 years.

I am just bursting inside!! I know I can help people. I can help police, homicide detectives, attorneys — anyone who needs to see the truth. I just don’t know how to “sell” myself — though I will work for free. It’s not about money.

“Hey, Mr. Police Investigator, I can see lies. Do you want me to help you?”

YEAH RIGHT!

I may just get locked up for sounding insane! Actually, I probably get tagged a lunatic.

Damn. This is frustrating!

How can I go about this without sounding like a freak? I’m not a freak. I have a legitimate ability to see something to a degree most people cannot.

Can you spot a lie?

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Here is a test for you. Nothing scientific, but fun.

It’s a pretty easy test as it was designed for young high school kids –so keep that in mind but nonetheless give it a go!

On average, people can spot lies in real life about 50% of the time. I suspect most people will probably fair even better on this test as it is basic and doesn’t involve real people in action.

Tell me how you did!

When my husband tells a lie…

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Early on in our marriage, it didn’t take me long to figure out that when my husband told a lie, he curled his lower lip. It became rather humorous because it happened most often during dinner.

I’d make something I thought was really wonderful. We sit down to eat, and I’d look over at him. He would take a bite, act like it was good and then when I’d ask him what he really thought sensing something was up, he’d say, “I like it. It’s good” while at the same time curling his lower lip down and out.

You know that expression most people make when they mean to say, “I don’t know.” Often times they shrug their shoulders with the curled lip.

Just strangely my husband didn’t shrug his shoulders with the curled lip, he’d try to recover, smile and say he liked it. It didn’t add up.

The curled lip became an obvious sign he didn’t want to fess up to the truth — that dinner — or whatever the topic of discussions was — wasn’t as good as he had hoped for. It was just “okay” but he didn’t want to hurt my feelings.

Unfortunately, I’ve trained my husband well now. I’ve pointed it so many times, that he is conscious not to do it anymore — and when he slips up and I tell him — he just breaks out laughing. I shouldn’t have done what I did. Now I have to work harder at sensing what he really means though I still think I do go a good job. I usually sniff him out anyway 🙂