Least Original User Name Ever, for his performance in this thread. Simply mind boggling how he could so completely miss the point and so adamantly advocate an inadequate solution to the OP’s complaint.
This is kinda weak, but Anaamika, you’re Indian. We get it. No need to mention it every other thread. Other than that, you’re a dear. 
I was going to let it pass, but since you bring it up again, fine, here’s the full volley.
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The discussion of the thread is about whether the OP’s boyfriend is crazy.
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People bring up that there are a variety of mental illness (or problems, since you love nit-picking on the actual phrase) that are not classified as crazy.
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A poster chips in that mental illness is a bigger deal-breaker in marriage than ’ normal’ illness.
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You agree with that 100%, comparing two group - sane vs…another group. The ‘another group’ (we call it that for now) would have bigger problems with marriage, which is the claim of the poster in point 3, and you agree with it 100%
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The poster in point 3 could be, very likely to be (hey, he didn’t quantify) be all sort of issues like depression and other chemical imbalance on psychotic drugs. Hence:
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From reading, you are claiming that “people with mental illness (such as depression, etc.) are harder to work with in a marriage than those with other ‘physical’ illness)”
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When I ask you about it, you say that mental illness means ‘significant’ mental problems; whereas the word significant never appears at all [ETA - in the original thread] and you seem to be claiming (repeated) - “people with mental illness (such as depression, etc.) are harder to work with in a marriage than those with other ‘physical’ illness)”
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That is the cite I want. Do you have stats to show that marriage with problems with say, two-timing, affairs and etc. are better than those with marriage involving depression?
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Seeing that you tag a ‘significant’ later on (also significant mental issues == mental illness, which you never did quantify in the original thread), you seem to be redefining terms to justify yourself. Hey, I define depression, even shyness, as mental illness too. My definition doesn’t gels with you. So when do you want the cage fight? Weapon of choice?
ETA: Eh, this is officially falling into the ‘not worth my time’ category. Here’s how I see it; have fun!
Just for completion sake, point 8 should read:
- That is the cite I want. Do you have stats to show that marriage with problems with say [ETA - and with heart disease, terminal cancer] are better than those with marriage involving depression?
Oh, I’d much rather they do it on the internet than in real life, like most of them do!
Actually, the cite you should be reasonably asking for is whether marriages where one of the partners is mentally ill are less stable, in general than marriages where on partner has a a chronic physical problem – an amputated hand or foot, for example.
If you agree that this is the issue, I will try to find a cite. When I made my statement, I was going by my general knowledge of human relations and dealings with people who are crazy (or insane. or mentally ill. or whatever term you prefer.) However, it’s an interesting question to me and I will try to see if there’s any research out there.
That’s nonsense. You seemed to be questioning my use of the word “sane,” so I offered a definition. I used the word “significant” the first time I defined it and have not waivered from that position.
But let’s do this: Ignore everything I said in this thread about “significant” and “mental problems.” I will define “sane” to mean “lacking in mental illness.” My points stand.
So what? For purposes of discussion, you can define “mental illness” any way you like.
Bye.
This is completely ridiculous. You are the one being childish.
no u
The hate was never on Red, least not from my perspective. And the best to you and yours as well. 
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Now, isn’t that just Christmas! A horn-handed son of the proletariat and a running dog jackal of the ruling class, getting along nicely! Hey, Santa! Maybe time for an upgrade for these two, put then on the “nice” list, or at least to “naughty” and off the “shoot on sight!” list.
'Sfine by me. At least (unlike a certain feline-monickered Doper) you don’t post catpix links.
Oh, now you’ve done it! Just when I was feeling all warm and fuzzy about you, you done gone and committed one of my petulant peeves. Shoulda oughta been “foreword” ya ex-Texan icicle!
You may now commence to hate on me for pitpickery.
God, no! I hate cute! “Cute” is a perversion of the instinctual affection mechanism that the Goddess installed to keep us from roasting our kids on a spit. I mean, if we didn’t have that “awwwww! adorable!” hard-wired into our brains, the little shits would never make it past the “sleep through the night” phase.
Oh. Wow. I come in here to see if anybody’s talking about me me me me me, and I actually learn something. Who’da thunk it?
Ditto. Unless I was mentioned, since I’m not reading 8 pages.
Heh. Then you’re probably still pissed at me for explaining lolcats to you with links. 
Sorry. Really, I always worry about it, so I’m glad you said something. I can’t help it, sometimes, it’s a core part of my persona, but I’ll definitely try to rachet it back a lot.
Hardly matters, really. My beemish boy, the Err Apparent, delights in informing me of “cultural developments”.
“Hey, Dad, cool car commercial music, huh? One of your old-timey bands, right?”
“Called ‘The Who’, son, now be quiet, I’m trying to find some clean coal for your Christmas stocking…”
Oh, god. Please don’t. Truly, seriously, I implore you to not do so. I really don’t need to bang my head against a wall right now. I don’t agree with you; I will never agree with you; 99.99999% of the posters here and the free world don’t agree with you. I wish you happy holidays and all that, but I will not go farther into the crazy and am sorry I stuck my hand in at all.
Gah. What’s a girl got to do around here to get out of the crazy? Call 911 someone, please!
They are not my fault. I ran out of gas. I had a flat tire. I didn’t have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners. My friend came in from out of town.Someone stole my car.There was an earthquake, a terrible flood,locusts.They are not my fault. I swear to god.