Neither of us had skied prior to getting married. We went with a friend and hubby enjoyed it while I was terrified, put into a lesson above my level, and hated it. He went a few more times that winter on day trips and I feared becoming a ski widow.
The following year we worked at it together. We bought appropriate equipment, warm clothes, and especially boots that fit. We took some lessons. I was still pretty scared, but I started to get it.
After a couple of more years I became as avid as he is. I still can't ski as well as he can, so he'll go off for an hour or 2 alone or with friends, and usually we meet for lunch. By then he is skied out from the tough stuff and happy to stay with me the rest of the day.
I have skied 4 or 5 days more than him this year for some reason, just days he didn't feel like going out and I did. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't take to it, but I doubt I would be as happy as I am now. I thank him on nice days and curse him on bad days for getting me into it.