When we were newly married, my gorgeous wife showed an interest in shooting. She loved to plink with my 10/22 down on the sandbars in the river. She could hold her own with me any day of the week. She even learned to shoot the first centerfire pistol that I ever bought...a Mauser P08 Luger. Then, a Ruger Security Six in .357. She didn't care for that one, though. Too much recoil.
She never griped or whined when I came home with a new gun, or when I got into reloading. I never spent money on tobacco or alcohol, so I guess that she felt fortunate. From time to time, she'd accompany me to the range to shoot a .380 or a 9mm. Through the years, her interest waned. She stopped going shooting with me, or to gunshows. But, she still never gave me any grief about my guns, having them in the house around our kids, or how involved I was with my hobby.
Only during the past few years, as my collection has grown significantly, has she begun to raise an eyebrow when I come home with something new. "You need an intervention", she would say. But, that would be the end of it, and not another word would be said. She's a committed pro-gun and pro-2nd Amendment supporter.
We celebrated anniversary #45 a couple of days ago. Things turned out OK for me.