It's a very simple decision. When you're sitting in that porch swing, gray haired (if you have any hair left by then) watching the sun go down, do you want to be sitting next to that tank or to that little woman that gave her life to you, nurtured you, did your laundry, fed you, and most of all loved you with all your hobby quirks?
Believe me after 34 years with the same woman, the hobby is meaningless in comparison to the woman that loves me for who I am.
I'd give up the hobby for her in a New York minute if that was the decision at hand.