My wife and I have had a role reversal in our marriage. When we first got married back in the early '70s, she demanded a gun because her ex kept her old one, and as a native Texan she didn't feel right without a gun. So we bought a Ruger Standard. I never got to shoot it, because we lived in the only place in Texas that did not have a convenient public range, and I was pretty much neutral about guns. She, however, had access to the police range, and learned to shoot it there.
Fast forward 40 years, I've retired and have lots of spare time, and a very good public range has opened nearby. I get out the old Ruger, take it to the range, fire my first shots, and become an instant gun enthusiast and range junkie. Since then, I've become a member at the range, received my Texas license to carry, acquired half a dozen new pistols, and fired them at a rate of 1000 rounds a month. My wife, however, has completely lost interest in firearms, and will no longer step on the range. But she is still a Texan at heart. When we leave the house, she'll look at me accusingly and ask, "Are you carrying?" I'll say "Yes", and she'll smile.
Fast forward 40 years, I've retired and have lots of spare time, and a very good public range has opened nearby. I get out the old Ruger, take it to the range, fire my first shots, and become an instant gun enthusiast and range junkie. Since then, I've become a member at the range, received my Texas license to carry, acquired half a dozen new pistols, and fired them at a rate of 1000 rounds a month. My wife, however, has completely lost interest in firearms, and will no longer step on the range. But she is still a Texan at heart. When we leave the house, she'll look at me accusingly and ask, "Are you carrying?" I'll say "Yes", and she'll smile.