Here's a thing that absolutely appalls me about myself-
I've cheated. I have been that horrible, awful person that went outside of my relationship because I saw something "better".
I could sit here and list dozens of excuses for what I did, I could speculate about why, I could probably even end up convincing myself that in some way, however small, it was justified.
Instead, I'll tell you this: I did it because I wanted to. That's what it comes down to. Yes, the circumstances leading up to it were bad. Yes, things within the relationship had gone super sour. Yes, I felt I was missing something, that some needs weren't being met. But essentially, at the root of it all, I cheated because I wanted to. If I hadn't wanted to, none of the "reasons" would have been enough to push me outside my marriage. If I hadn't wanted to, it wouldn't have mattered what was going on with my marriage or inside my head or...it just wouldn't have mattered. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't, on some level, want to.
It makes me sick to know I'm capable of that. It's a terrible feeling, to know how low I can sink, to know that I have it in me to hurt another person in a way they may never really recover from.
There was a time in my life when I was very...arrogant, about sin. I would congratulate myself that at least I didn't get high, didn't get drunk, didn't sleep around, didn't do this or that awful thing that people around me were doing.
At this point in my life...I have a hell of a lot more compassion and understanding for those people, for anyone who is trying to rise above but seems stuck, for anyone who makes a terrible mistake and now has to live with labels like "whore" or "adultress" or worse. It breaks my heart to hear about yet another relationship being destroyed by infidelity, and I pray for both the perpetrator and the victim in those cases.
I'm not trying to convince anyone here that they should change how they view cheaters or the act of cheating- cheating is a horrible thing to do to someone you claim to love, and I pray daily that God might spare me the temptation to ever do such a thing again, because I don't know with 100% certainty that I would never succumb again. I wish I could say that I wouldn't- but my past says otherwise.
What I will say...my heart goes out to those of you who have been hurt by someone cheating on you. I hate that this is a thing that happens. I hate that this is a world in which good people get their hearts torn out by those of us who give in to that kind of temptation, those of us who are full of pretty words and promises that don't mean as much to us as they do to those we say them to.
I don't want to be that person, and by the Grace of God, I don't think I am anymore...but it's scary that I can't see my future to know for sure.