Wow! What's wrong with so many of those guys? I know my husband's a saint (even my sister said to him, "I understand why she married you, but exactly why did you marry her?") DH just belly laughed.
I began to cross stitch baby blankets as grandchildren began to come. Then DH had a series of 7!!! surgeries and I cross stitched (a St. Francis and the wolf of Gubbio; Francis is a favorite of his) during all those "waits". After a few years I morphed into quilting. At first he was supportive and I began asking him his opinion of color blends, etc. Our home was all open except for the (tiny) bed and bath rooms so there was no was place to quilt except in the "great" room. He ate off the counter when a quilt was on the table (a table enhanced by a 4x8 ply toping he screwed down onto the runners) and was great.
We moved into an apartment a few years ago. Across the hall is a "craft room" where all my stuff is and where I work. When I'm quilting he cooks and vacuums! And his "eye" for color and tone has improved so much that I really depend on his opinion. Not only that but when my arthritis prevents me from changing a blade, or even tying off a quilt that could not be sewn... he does these things for me.
I tease him with an article I read in an old quilt magazine: A woman said she used to quilt in the "guest" room and her husband totally redid the room so it was her sewing room. After a few years he got busy in the garage and rebuilt it for her to use as a better sewing room. After a few years he came in, put a paper down on the table and said, "You know the place next door for sale? We just bought it. Let's figure out how you're going to want it. .... sooo there are a lot of "saints" out there.
By the way, my first husband was so abusive I would have never had the nerve to have had a hobby. I admire those of you who can figure out ways to deal with your TV watchers so well. Good luck! And yes, I thank God every day for this man beside me. We do watch netflix together and talk a lot. We are truly "best friends".