it was her frequent bladder infections that made my life miserable, not the manic/depression…
I definitely wouldn’t seek out the crazy a second time, but when I first got involved with my college girlfriend I had no idea what I was signing up for. I didn’t see the crazy until much later.
I realized, as I was walking across campus to see her, that I was hoping for a truck to jump the curb and run me down so I wouldn’t have to get to her dorm. This led me to the obvious conclusion that if I was so unhappy, I should really break up with her. This proceeded very badly due to timing issues and general obliviousness, but ended up with her faking a pregnancy to get me to stay with her.
Definitely in need of help. Just be sure to put on a helmet before you suggest it.
I suppose you could use the term “special” rather than crazy, but I figure that as long as the crazy behaviour remains, then whatever politically correct term is used, the conotation will remain the same. Quite simply, crazy is crazy, no amount of pussy-footing around the term will change that, and “Don’t stick your dick in the crazy” is excellent advice that folks need to know.
Not sure about the crazy but for sure I put my dick in the bitchy.
She wonders if I remember her? My husband did six months jail relating to her activities. She tried to kidnap my baby. She followed him to my house when he came to visit, storming in while I was taking a shower … into the bathroom. She thought he didn’t have to give me any money for the baby. Sure I remember her.
She decides we are still together in her post. We are not. I see what you mean though **jjimm **, if you don’t know the history. She was never my friend and she’s completely out there to even think of contacting me. Which she only did because my husband didn’t reply.
I voted that I don’t have a dick and I am the crazy. I’m on meds to prove it.
Actually, I am working my way off meds for depression (yay!) and have high hopes. I suspect though that I have been the crazy in one or two relationships. I have certainly been the sane one in other relationships. And one where we were both sane-ish but both depressed. It’s been an interesting ride on this roller coaster so far.
Holy shit.
Yeah, I see your point.
I think my dick makes it crazy.
Your current husband or your ex husband? I’m getting confused with the narrative.
Way back when, I dated a nurse who I am convinced is the source of the term “the crazy.” Very much ended in disaster.
I have put my dick in the crazy many times.
When will I ever learn??
Actually, I kinda prefer the crazy.
I could have written his post. However, a gentleman doesn’t discuss those things.
But oh man, the sex!
Hah, I knew I was no gentleman! 
Without getting graphic or clinical, it’s… different than being with someone sane, someone who can say “no” sometimes, someone for whom there are times when you don’t do erotic acts. She had zero inhibition. None. An off-the-scale libido (though I hesitate to say “nymphomania” because I’m not qualified to make a diagnosis, I think she was damn close). Not just a willingness to experiment, but an unstoppable, ever-present need to experiment, anywhere, to highly inappropriate and illegal lengths. She seemed to have no self-control when it came to sexual acts, and she was never not in the mood. And I was her primary focus for all of it, though she had her own girlfriends for secondary (and ternary, et al) foci.
It wasn’t all good. She sexually harassed my female friends, propositioned my female cousins… I had to stop taking her to events because of… things… that she would do to herself and try to do to me. A few embarrassing trips to the ER for both of us for injuries. She could have full blown panic attacks when I would tell her “no” or stop her from doing something. And so on.
This would probably best describe my situation too. But, I’ve been with the same fella for almost thirty years, so I guess I’m not too crazy.
Although it has been awhile since, oh never mind, I really need to learn to share less.
See also: Jersey Shore, any and all of “The Housewives” shows, anything dealing with someone named Kendra, Kourtney, Kim…
I have not stuck my dick in the crazy. (I’m also female, but consider the phase to work for either sex.) We’re under a sneaking suspicion that Mr. Snick’s father has, however. My MIL is…not right. Great lady, but just not right.
I think it is interesting that, at this point, over 70% of those responding to the poll have put their dick in the crazy, when over 20% of the remaining respondents don’t even have dicks. Either there’s a powerful lot of crazy out there, or only the crazy is putting out.
She wouldn’t let me since we were 16 and 17 respectively. And I didn’t know she was crazy until 20 years later.
It was even worse - I married the crazy.
I don’t recommend it. I much preferred marrying the sane.
In all fairness, it does seem as if The Crazy do put out more.