Sorry OP, I've got a house and a garage and a large shed so I'm not in your predicament. I've been committing an insidious form of spousal abuse for many years by filling up every nook and cranny with bike stuff. Fortunately, Stockholm Syndrome finally took hold and now she delights in finding derelict bikes put out in the garbage, phones with detailed descriptions and even brings them home to me to fix for her or the two kids. Her own fleet is currently at three and she likes them.
Seriously though (abuse is no joke). We met in a bike shop and she's tolerated my aberrant behaviour ever since. Some guys are lucky in love, not so much in cards.