I Money,
My case is a little different than yours but in some ways it has some similarities.
I started flying back in the seventies because I wanted to earn a living doing what I enjoyed doing. This is what I do and I enjoy it. I can't find anything else that does it for me.
I married a girl that hadn't flown much except for a couple of times on the airlines. My kind of flying is different than airline flying and she was a little concerned and rightfully so. But, she understood that this is what I do and she was happy that I enjoyed my vocation.
The very first season after we were married, I went out one morning and hit a tree with the right wing. It severed about four feet off, and was quite an exciting ride back to the airstrip. She stopped by the airstrip on her way to work and saw the damage, and it was rather ugly. I could tell that she was inwardly upset and I did my best to calm her. A few months after this, I got her to climb in the plane with me and she went on a few loads with me so I could show her just exactly what it was that I did and how I did it. I had previously explained to her the tree thing and she was once again confident in my abilities.
The very next year, a loved one was killed one afternoon in a crash at my place. This shook both of us to the core. I climbed back in a couple of days later and went back to work with a very broken heart. I was in a bad way for the rest of the season. I really shouldnt have flown but I did. The rest of the year I talked about selling the business and quitting. I never heard her say one time that she wanted me out of the plane. She just would say something along the lines of, "If it still makes you happy, then she was behind me and just be careful."
I sold the business, and after I sold, she told me how glad that she was that I was out of the ag plane. I said, "why did you never tell me that before" and she told me that it had to be my decision.
For several years, I didn't fly. I really didn't think I would ever fly again. Then one day a friend took me with him on a trip in his Baron, and the bug started coming back. I rode along with several friends and even snuck in some ag flying. This is where I am supposed to say something like, " I was going to fly and no woman was going to tell me I couldnt" but it was a lot deeper than that. I was actually worried about what she would say because in her relatively short "aviation career" she had experienced some pretty bad stuff and I really value her opinion.
I started dropping hints about wanting to get back in to ag flying and I really thought that the poop would hit the fan, but you know what she told me? "If flying is what you want to do, go for it". I about jumped out of my shoes. I said, " I thought you didnt want me back in the plane" to which she said," When you made the decision to quit, I was glad because you were in no condition to be flying, Now, I can see that you have healed enough to fly and I see the gleam back in your eyes when talking about flying."
I'm going back to flying and am really excited about it. I'm more excited about the fact that she's onboard with me.
I really don't know what to tell you about your particular situation, just wanted to share with you my story about getting back into flying.
I really wish you the best of luck.