I’m going to flub explaining this, but I’m still going to try:
My opinion of forgiveness in the context of infidelity:
As folks generally define it, it’s unnecessary and sometimes unhealthy for the person who offers the forgiveness. It seems like this touchy feeley nebulous action that is essentially an announcement with no teeth behind it lots of times.
I prefer to think of it as capacity. We are each hindered by our own specific and personal-to-us character flaws. Some are worse than others. Some of us have the capacity to do horrible damage to people we love either through selfishness, impulsivity, lack of empathy, mental health issues, trauma, and learned behaviors and thoughts (FOO).
As the Betrayed Spouse, I had to figure out if my husband’s capacity (or lack thereof) is something I can live with and something he can learn and correct. I don’t believe (in my case) he had the capacity to deal honestly with me, state his needs, etc. I also think he didn’t have the capacity to wade in beside me when life gets tough and help me carry the load. He never learned how. He always got a pass for that before I came along. I of course didn’t see this aspect of him when we got married because everything was new and shiny. We weren’t dealing with aging and dying parents, financial stressors, being overworked, and all the myriad issues married couples have to deal with in real life. I had no way of knowing his unhealthy solution to not wanting to adult with me was to go find a relationship where he wouldn’t have to. Fuck that.
I didn’t need to forgive him for it. He betrayed me. No amount of offering what to me sounded like a platitude was going to change the fact that he betrayed me. I just needed to recognize his lack of capacity and then figure out whether or not his horrible destructive actions were based in malice or based in his inability to exist in a healthy and honest relationship. Effectively it comes down to whether or not, given his character flaws, he was capable of and willing to put in the effort to give me what I needed.
I determined it wasn’t malice. It was lack of ability, lack of know-how, weakness of character. His father used to say three of the worst things you could call a man is cheap, weak, and a liar. He was all three (note that by cheap, I don’t mean spending habits- he managed to cheapen our relationship). Once he realized he had managed to achieve the trifecta there, it shook him to his knees. He didn’t want to be that douchenozzle.
The next thing I had to determine was whether or not he was willing to and had the capacity to go all in with me. It took some time, but when he realized how abjectly wrong his actions and thinking were, he worked HARD to make himself a safe partner. I know there is a chance he could do it again. After all, the capacity is there. That said, reconciliation is ALWAYS a gamble and it’s up to each of us individually to decide just how much risk is worth the reward.
So, forgiveness.... I don’t need to and I don’t. I just need to understand him and what he’s capable of. He’s human, horribly flawed, excessively lovable, and very sorry and ashamed of himself.
That’s how I made my peace and that is how we carry on. I’m happy now. I love him. I’m proud of him. I understand him. I don’t have to forgive him and I don’t.
Incidentally, I understand you’re having trouble reconciling your own culpability here. You don’t have to forgive yourself either. You just need to do the work to understand yourself and acknowledge the ugliness that exists (there is ugliness in every single one of us because we can’t police our own thoughts and feelings). Don’t lie to you. It was horrific behavior. Resolve to understand why you did it and don’t. do. it. again.
I know no one who has gotten this far in life without some horrible stuff “on their permanent record”.