Before our first date, I entered her studio apartment to find a jumbled mess of cups, plates, clothing, and stuffed animals. She also had seven pets. She talked to them in a cooing baby voice the entire time she got ready.

— William

Aftermath: For some reason (I’m guessing it had to do with my libido) I chose to stay with her for over a year of bizarre behavior that included throwing pasta at my head because there was an ant on the plate. And then crying and banging her head on the wall when I got angry about it.

Sex was never high on her priority list, and frankly she wasn’t very good at it despite being quite easy on the eyes. I knew it wasn’t going to work when we went on a vacation to the Bahamas to a real nice resort, very romantic, and not once would she have sex with me. She could never tell me why either.

— mitmouse

Aftermath: We saw a counselor for 1-1/2 years and never got anywhere with the lack of sex issue. Too bad, I really loved her and tried everything to make it work. I still think of her now and again.

Met girl. Liked girl. Moved in together. Then we fought all the time. She threw food at me, kept me prisoner during fights, chased me down the street screaming in her nightgown at 2 a.m. Once I finally escaped (yes the cops came to our door after that), she threatened to kill herself repeatedly.

— EP

Aftermath: You live and you learn. I learned that I was a glutton for punishment and that I don’t need to tolerate the crazies. She learned? Well I guess I will never know. I moved out. Haven’t heard from her since. In a fantastic relationship now with a wonderful girl who treats me right. You live and you learn.

My live-in boyfriend didn’t come home when he said he would. When he finally showed up, he was quite intoxicated. When I asked him where he had been he proceeded to choke me.

— eddie

Aftermath: I kicked his butt to the curb and to this day he wonders why.

I came home from work and discovered my boyfriend drunk and passed out half naked on my bed after finishing off an entire bottle of wine and all the beer in my fridge. I took the opportunity of him passing out to go through his phone and discovered he was also doing steroids. Bye-bye Crazy!

— kk

Aftermath: I hid his keys and called my best friend and we were walking out the door to go to the bar when he woke up. After arguing with him I finally gave him his keys back and he passed out in his truck. For months afterward I still got psycho phone calls and texts from him, luckily I have a new number now.