Why can't things ever be easy?

I haven't written much about my falling-apart marriage, because there's not been much to write about. Several weeks ago I told Amy that I'd spoken to an attorney, and that seemed to get through to her. She starred coming home, communicating, helping out around the house. She still behaved mysteriously with regard to her "friend," but since she maintained that there was nothing going on between them I guess she felt justified.

About a month ago, she stayed out all night, supposedly with our daughter. Easter Sunday, she vanished before I woke up and didn't get home until nearly eight pm. Last Saturday, she met a friend for "drinks" and ended up staying out all night. Tonight she turned down an invitation to go out with me, and just sent me a text message saying she wouldn't be home until noon tomorrow.

I guess the statement "I talked to a divorce lawyer" doesn't mean what it used to mean. My options seem to be to either admit I was bluffing, which I wasn't, or follow through with the unpleasantness to come. Neither path seems particularly bright in the cold darkness of 2:30 am Memphis, but this situation cannot continue indefinitely. Although I'm sure Amy would be just fine with that.

Keep me in your thoughts. I don't have a lot of real life friends, and most of those I have are unaware of the situation, because they know and deal with both of us, so y'all are my primary support network. No pressure.

Gonna try to get some sleep.