Something similar with me, only it was my missus and young lad, who managed to get the non verbal message to me that they didn’t appreciate my practice, every night, which I did religiously for a few years. I loved it. Couldn’t put it down, and surprisingly had got pretty good at finger picking although not so good with the pick.
I’ve refused to put the guitar away. It’s still out on its stand in the garden nroom, just in case I pick it up again. If I put it away I never will.
But I haven’t picked it up in years due to the indifference I’m met with when I do.