I'm in the same boat as you, oompa. The slightest discussion about spiritual matters and she recoils and retreats back behind the heavily fortified walls of the Watchtower. I even said, "If you can go door to door and face questions from non-believers ... why can't you talk to me?" and it all boils down to that I knew the truth, but made my own bed now I must sleep in it. I can say the same for her too.
Problem is ... she looks at me as an apostate. Sometimes I can feel the disgusting look she gives me. I think she would wish me dead.