My wife was originally from Madison, WI, aka Kremlin West. I got my permit after we'd been hitched a couple-three years, when VA went shall-issue. She started out disapproving of my carrying, particularly in restaurants (gotta uncover when you enter an ABC establishment, in VA). The turning point was one late night when she needed to use an ATM. As she got out of the car to go to the ATM, she asked, "You've got your gun with you, right?".
As a matter of fact, the Mossberg 500 in the bedroom is theoretically "hers". I bought it when she was contemplating renting a trailer in the NJ Pine Barrens, during grad school.