My husband was the one who rekindled my interest in firearms. He is on the road a lot, and I am home alone in a small, rural community. Feels safe here, as there's a very visible LEO presence (their LE vehicles in driveways...), but things aren't always as they seem, as we all know.
He bought me a handgun, and I ran with it. I have since amassed a rather nice collection of handguns and a few long guns. He says he is rather proud of the fact that he turned me from a knife nut into a gun nut. I don't know that I'm a nut, per se, but I discovered that I love to shoot, and it is the thing that is keeping me sane lately.
I've met some really nice, interesting people since (both IRL and online), and I am discovering a lot about myself. I have my husband to thank for that. I just wish he was as into it as I am (not crazy about hitting the range alone, but hey..). That being said, he has never rolled his eyes when I bring home a new gun. He encourages me to learn more, and that is all one can ask for...a spouse who gets it.