After thirteen years my wife is finally understanding why I love jazz and quality music in general. Now when we go out and hear music that isn't very good and I'm trying to hide my disinterest she'll turn to me and say "This music isn't very good is it?" which boggles my mind. She told me once last month that she left a store that was playing some light rock music because she thought it was awful and she thought "why don't they try playing some jazz?"
This is a major breakthrough. For a long time she just hated jazz and was jealous of the time I spent listening to music, and resentful of the money I spent on music in any form: books, recordings, live events. She hated the sound of compact discs, claiming the treble screamed at her; she has mutant-like hearing (she can hear bats under the famous bridge here in town stirring long before anyone else does, about fifteen minutes before they fly out from under the bridge); this is one reason I have been on a long upgrade path with my system because she could hear clearly every incremental improvement in quality and it made music more bearable to her. Half of the time together I have been lucky that we were able to buy a house that allowed each of us to have a room of our own, and I have a dedicated listening room that spares her from hearing an awful lot of music. Now when she does come in my room and sit down and listen she says "Wow, this sounds GREAT" and she really does enjoy some of the music in a way she never ever had before and I never ever would have thought she would.
Her becoming tolerant and even enjoying jazz a little bit has been one of the few great things that have happened in my life since G. W. became Governor of Tejas.