Nobody in my family even looks at my tank. I still live at home, and occasionally my mom would give me a hard time over the cost of things. Hey, I wasn't behind in bills and rent, so what was the problem? One day I took her to the fish store with me, and she liked a particular fairy wrasse. I saw a way to get her off my back, and I let her buy it for me. She would come check out "her" fish every day. It died, but she'll still walk by and ask about new things in the tank. Her favorite is the tailspot blenny. I got him under an inch, and now he's 2.5 inches. She always says "He's gotten so big!" like a proud grandma.
Just yesterday, I re-did my aquascape. The water was all cloudy and mucked up. She came home and shouted "You aren't taking apart the tank, are you?!" Funny how that works.
On a different note, I did date one guy who wanted to really be involved in my fish tank duties. He never did anything the way I wanted it done, but I felt bad not including him. It didn't work out, but ever since that experience, I think I'd be happier if the next guy that came along wasn't interested in my hobby at all.
Nobody in my family even looks at my tank. I still live at home, and occasionally my mom would give me a hard time over the cost of things. Hey, I wasn't behind in bills and rent, so what was the problem? One day I took her to the fish store with me, and she liked a particular fairy wrasse. I saw a way to get her off my back, and I let her buy it for me. She would come check out "her" fish every day. It died, but she'll still walk by and ask about new things in the tank. Her favorite is the tailspot blenny. I got him under an inch, and now he's 2.5 inches. She always says "He's gotten so big!" like a proud grandma.
Just yesterday, I re-did my aquascape. The water was all cloudy and mucked up. She came home and shouted "You aren't taking apart the tank, are you?!" Funny how that works.
On a different note, I did date one guy who wanted to really be involved in my fish tank duties. He never did anything the way I wanted it done, but I felt bad not including him. It didn't work out, but ever since that experience, I think I'd be happier if the next guy that came along wasn't interested in my hobby at all.
I can't envision being seriously married to somebody who actively despises or resents things that bring me great joy. There's a problem in that scenario that goes right to the heart of the relationship.