I think about this, too. My husband and I were together in high school, too, although we rebelled together. And then in college we rebelled separately for awhile, by which I mean to say he whored it up a lot and I whored it up only a little. I hated him for doing that then, but now I am so glad. We needed it, if only so that now we come home to each other, happy.
Although he DOES have a motorcycle. And a sailboat. He surfs every weekend. Meanwhile I read books. And knit. Which makes me wonder if I need to learn to skydive?