My 1st and only wife was one of those. She's the real reason I left Branson. I let her talk me into semi retirement so she could have "her" career. It was a steady decline from there. The cancer sealed the deal. Now I keep my eyes open but I don't believe there is, for me anyway, the good musician wife. It starts out "Sure sweety play all you want" and then evolves into" Where's my breakfast?!"