I'm Divorcing My Weekend Husband

Six years of marriage, and Julian and I were basically commuter spouses.

I stayed in our suburban house, while he lived in his luxury downtown condo during the workweek.

Every Friday night at ten o'clock, he would open the door, wrap his arms around me, and say, "Hey babe, I'm home."

Then on Monday morning at six, he would kiss my forehead and say, "See you Friday, honey."

I always thought this was just a compromise we made for his career.

Until three weeks ago. I had a sudden flare-up of acute appendicitis.