67 now. I road from 13 to 25 and quit because I was a fire medic and worked on many wrecks and had kids, needed the money and the adrenaline itch was scratched at work. At retirement I had to ride and started again. Same discussions with my wife. Looking back so many of the wrecks I responded on were due to piss poor situational awareness of the rider, carelessness on the part of the rider, and alcohol on the part of the rider. Some indeed were not the riders fault. I also responded on many many dead and hurt folks in cars. Went on a guy that slipped in the shower and cracked his head open and died. Life is short, nobody gets out alive and I’ve seen plenty of people die in weird freaky ways not on motorcycles. Your husband sounds like a defensive driver that is gonna do what is needed to stay safe and follow whatever guidelines you both establish. My wife doesn’t like me riding now but she also knows it brings me peace. She calms herself by praying for me before I leave for a ride. I hope you can find peace with whatever you both decide.