That's when I decided it was the time.
The next morning, I called my lawyer and set up a consultation. Within a week, I had my ducks in a row. I played it cool for another 2 weeks, acting like everything was normal while the lawyer prepared the paperwork.
Amanda seemed to think we'd work through her Rick revelation with some counseling and boundary adjustments. First, she begged me to stop seeing Valyria. Then, she suggested we dial back the open marriage and focus on rebuilding our connection.
"I think we've both learned some valuable lessons," she said. "Maybe we rushed into this too fast. I'm willing to be more understanding about your needs if you can be more mature about mine."
I nodded along. The lawyer was impressed with how thoroughly I'd prepared. Most guys come in here after their wife has already cleaned them out. He said, "You're way ahead of the game."
Bruno's reaction when I told him my plan: "So, you're going full John Wick, but with divorce papers instead of guns, my man. You're about to serve her papers colder than a margarita in December."
On a Thursday morning, while Amanda was getting ready for work, the process server knocked on our door. Amanda answered in her bathrobe, probably expecting a delivery. Instead, she got handed divorce papers.
"What the hell is this?" she shrieked, waving the papers like they were on fire.
I calmly sipped my coffee. "Divorce papers."