Ah, the old worry about others. Get a good concealed holster and where it around the house - see if she notices. If she can't, then neither can others.
You'll probably have to ease your way into this one. Try carrying in situations where she will feel comfortable. Once she realizes it's safe and secret, she'll loosen up.
EDIT: Do make sure you let her know you accept and respect her FEELINGS, but respectfully disagree. Try carrying in a place far from home and other - A park perhaps without others around? My wife was fine with my OC in Montana and Idaho, but here in our hometown she throws a fit.
This dude knows how to conceal !!I carried for 7-8 years before I told my wife...
My personal experience:
When I would come home at night and take my gun off/out, my would would say "you're carrying your gun?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because."
When I carried and she was with me, I didn't bring it up, but if she felt it, she would ask in the same fashion.
Then came the night we meet friends for dinner downtown. A late walk back to the car with some mildly unusual people walking behind us she whispered "Do you have your gun?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Guys, besides the sammich comment (which would get me de-balled) this has been of great help. I may need to check my resolve about carrying also.
No man card for you!
Tell her if she wants to carry and be responsible for your safety in an armed encounter that you're willing to be kept like that in a fashion to which you could become accustomed .
If you're still worried about your jewels then ... ask her if you can borrow them or just try to sneak them out of her purse while she's sleeping.
This dude knows how to conceal !!
Ain't momma happy, ain't nobody happy. Keep momma happy.
......She is more worried about other peoples reactions should they notice that I am carrying.
I dont know that this is a fight I want to take on......
My personal experience:
When I would come home at night and take my gun off/out, my would would say "you're carrying your gun?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because."
When I carried and she was with me, I didn't bring it up, but if she felt it, she would ask in the same fashion.
Then came the night we meet friends for dinner downtown. A late walk back to the car with some mildly unusual people walking behind us she whispered "Do you have your gun?"
"Yes."
"Good."