So I’m definitely not a surviving infidelity subject matter expert on the distinctions between the concept of forgiveness vs. acceptance vs. reconciliation. Even if I was, I doubt I would do a great job of explaining it in a way that FELT right to others, but I do recall finding benefit in believing that there was a distinction between the concepts myself, so I’ll do my best to explain how I see it. I’ve read a bunch of descriptions of what forgiveness does or doesn’t mean over the years, but I don’t think that any definition of forgiveness that anyone could have given me in the early days would have helped me get here. Before I start, I want to point out that it’s not like they are distinct stages or chapters, where you complete one, put it aside and then begin the other. A lot of it was happening simultaneously and work/progress in one area, in most cases helped in others. That said, I do believe the concepts were distinct.
I remember reading a post on SI in my earlier days where someone (or multiple people) were talking about how forgiveness was not a necessary precursor for R – that you could R without having to forgive - and I remember feeling enormous relief in that, because I think at the time I really felt like I would be capable of accepting it all and moving past it, but the concept of forgiveness, which at the time I felt like involved in some way saying "don’t worry about it, it’s okay", felt inconceivable and unachievable, at least to me. I’d never done any critical thought on the concept of forgiveness was, but I felt deeply that it wasn’t okay, and I couldn’t imagine ever feeling like it was. Frankly, although I believed at the time that my husband was demonstrating signs of remorse and all signs were pointing to the fact that he was a good candidate for R, I just didn’t feel like he DESERVED to be forgiven – whatever amorphous thing that meant to me at the time. I kind of put the idea of forgiveness on the backburner and focused on the parts that felt more achievable.
For me, acceptance was my immediate focus and ended up coming first. Acceptance, for me, had to do with understanding the A - what it involved, why he did it, what that said about him, what that said about our relationship, understanding and rewriting my own relationship and marital history, and considering all the ways our relationship would forever be changed. It was about seeing my husband, his A, and our relationship for what it really was – in other words, accepting the reality of the situation, understanding that neither of us could change it (it would always be part of our history), and understanding that the only (positive) way forward was to learn and grow from the experience.
Reconciliation was about the process of rebuilding the marriage. It had a lot to do with whether my husband had what it took to be a safe partner going forward and whether I had what it took to be a good partner to him in the circumstances. It was about doing the work. It was about building trust and transparency and a level of honesty that hadn’t previously existed in our relationship and learning more about who we REALLY were as people and learning to fall in love those (imperfect) people. It was about figuring out what was important to us and what we valued in our relationship and identifying and correcting dysfunctional patterns that existed between us.
Forgiveness, which was never my goal or something that I actively worked towards or felt compelled to give, seems to have happened somewhere along the way. Perhaps it was a byproduct of some of the above, I don’t know. It was certainly the thing I worked the least on. I appreciate others will have different views of what it means to forgive, and I know some religions have some very specific views on forgiveness, but FOR ME, forgiveness was ultimately about letting go of the negativity and bitterness and resentment that I harboured related to the A. In saying that I forgive my husband, I mean that I don’t hold the A against him anymore, it’s not a negative mark on his record that he has to continually repent for. The slate or scoreboard that I have in the back of my brain, has effectively been wiped clean. This doesn’t mean I have forgotten that the A happened or that I’ve somehow reached a point where I think having an A is okay or acceptable or justified - it wasn’t and never is – but I think it means that I’m okay with it. It means that I’m not holding it against him or keeping score.
Obviously, some of this happened in the earlier stages of R and some of it was incredibly intentional. I realized early in R that if I wanted the new marriage I was building to be a healthy/happy one, I couldn’t (and didn’t want to) punish my husband indefinitely. I didn’t want the resentments that certainly still existed in my brain (and which I felt very much entitled to), to bring toxicity into the marriage. I didn’t want to use my "but you had an affair" trump card every time we had a fight, or I was having a bad day, and I didn’t want to make him my scapegoat for every negative emotion that I had – even when I FELT like it was A-related. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not perfect and that dynamic certainly (and even appropriately) existed at times, but I was conscious of it and recognized it as a problem that was mine to solve (rather than an appropriate balancing of the scales). I cringe at this phrase, because it is so often cried by non-remorseful Waywards shortly after D-day as way to bully their BS into rugsweeping, but I couldn’t punish him forever. This doesn’t mean that I rugswept, when there were triggers and issues and concerns I had that were related to the A, I didn’t hesitate to raise them. But I also practiced discipline in what I related to the affair and what was separate. Yes, my husband’s tendency towards selfishness was something that contributed to his ability to have an A – but I wasn’t calling it an A-trigger when he reached for the last chicken wing before making sure I didn’t want it (even if my brain had a tendency to go there).
So yeah, for a while there maybe I was outwardly practicing something that, to some, looked like forgiveness – but inwardly, I wasn’t ready to give the trump card up. The resentment, the mental score keeping, it still existed. As time went on and healing occurred, the resentment subsided over time, but for a long time it was still there, mostly dormant. Lying latent, but there if I needed it. I have always found righteousness/justice/anger to be powerful and motivating. I think for a while there was comfort in keeping it in my back pocket. I’m sure it prevented me from rugsweeping or accepting less than I deserved.
I’m not really sure of when I let it go of the last of the resentment, but I’m pretty sure it’s gone. Like HouseofPlane said, it was a passive thing (probably made possible by a whole lot of very intentional things). People always say that forgiveness is for you, and I do think there is ultimately truth in that. I’m not sure if I’ve ever even told my husband I forgive him. I kind of assume he thinks that happened some time ago.