I learnt to fly fairly late in life: my wife actually bought me a trial lesson: I loved it so much I signed up immediately and 6 months later I had my PPL.
That was 17 years ago.
Prior to starting training my wife was full of good ideas including the time -honoured lunch in Le Touquet.
Then something changed as soon as I got my licence: she declined all offers to fly with me and has never once asked me if I've had a good flight or agreed to accompany me to a pilot curry/piss up.
The only time she's remotely interested is if I've been flying with one of my kids or grandson, but only to ask them if they've had a good time.
It's sad to think of the past 17 years of missed opportunities: You chaps with 'flying partners' don't know how lucky you are......
Cusco