My wife is extremely understanding about my tennis, I am really lucky. I have a lot of friends that ask me how I am allowed to play that much. Who knows, but I feel the love! Well, until April when we have our second kid.
Back in college I was majoring in Architecture (obviously). It was not the hardest major, but it was probably the busiest. My room mate pulled all nighters constantly, and not the kind with beer. He was always up late on "No-Doze" trying to get stuff done for projects. he actually got to be so much of a wreck de developed scars on his arms from scratching so much from the nerves.
We spent our life in the studio, non stop. But it is where we wanted to be, it was our entire universe in there. At 10:00 every night wifey (my gf at the time) would bring me a FULL COURSE meal and she would also do my laundry. I was int he studio most nights until 3:30 a.m. or so, so I needed food. And God knows I needed laundry, but who had time for those two luxuries unless they were catered to you. I didn't let that one get away, I married her. She is truly awesome!
So Hummer, if she doesn't do all that for you, let her go to the movies, you go play tennis. When that changes maybe then you can bail on the tennis guy.
Tennis players are a different breed. There is a guy on our 4.5 league who is a teaching pro. I would say he is 55. He is in incredibule shape, a VERY VERY VERY tricky player, and a lefty. The doctor told him 2 days ago no more tennis because his knee is bad off. Well, you can only guess, being a true tennis warrior, what he said to that. I saw him play 1 1/2 dubs matches today. He runs 5 miles per day too, but I think he is going to scale that down a but now. But until I am dead I will find a way to play.
Cut off my right arm, I will learn left handed. Bad knee so bad I cannot move, I will take up wheel chair tennis. Cut my ears off, I will compete in the deaflympics.