Can't possibly give advice without knowing her better, but I met my wife on Valentine's day in 1986 and we fell in love pretty much right then and there. We've been together since, and some of you remember the story I posted a bit back.
One of the reasons we made it 30 years and counting is because we mutually recognize that some things are very important to the other person. We don't judge whether the importance is justified or profound or silly. We simply recognize that, for whatever reason by our creation and life, these few things here ------> XXXXXX <--------- are very important to the other person.
And so we defer, virtually always, on those things.
Example. My wife is a dog lover. So we have dogs. About 5 more than I'd have if it was just me. They wreck crap, pee on crap, puke on crap, crap on crap, wake us up, get old and put us through hell as they die, and otherwise bring a lot of negative crap along with the positive soul massage that they offer when they aren't doing the crappy crap.
But I endure, because that's part of the deal.
My wife recognized a long time ago the UConn BBall was a passion of mine. It is my dogs. And it's going to crap on the carpet tomorrow night when I sit and watch the game tomorrow and don't go out on what is our 30th anniversary, really, and you know what she'll do? She'll watch my dog crap on the carpet, she'll help me clean it up, and she won't say one negative thing to me about it.
If a woman ever tries to get you to temper what you're passionate about so that she can have more for herself, I'd say keep looking, and provide the same respect in return.
If she supports your Husky addiction and loves making crappy looking pots and spending too much money on glycerine to make soap that smell like old lady no-shower cover perfume, my God man, buy that woman all the clay she can mold and all the glycerine she can soap, and you'll be watching UConn play Duke in 2047 on your 25th wedding anniversary with a good woman on your arm and rolling rock in your hand.
