While not at that particular level of crazy, other kinds of crazy can be quite fun. Speaking as a veteran of quite a few crazies, there is a reason we keep going back to crazy. The bodies, the minds, the adrenaline rush as she threatens to leave you/stab you/cook you dinner...nothing quite like it. I mean, yeah, the girls who are just the normal amount of crazy, over normal things, yeah, they're wonderful too. But you just don't get that same rush, that same feeling. In that regard, sticking in it crazy is a bit like a drug. You hear people say not to do it, but once you do, you see all the benefits--then, after a few months of ruining your life, you realize why you shouldn't have done it in the first place. So, after some more less troublesome booze and/or counseling and support from everyone you care to be supported by, you stay clean, and away from crazy for awhile, and life is great.
But, you still remember. You remember the time you almost got arrested. You remember the time you did get arrested. You remember breaking into that public pool at three in the morning because she wanted to go swimming. You remember that night at the hotel, for that occasion. You remember sneaking onto the grounds of her old middle school at night, and playing on the old playground. You remember the fights, and the make up sex. And while you'll get in a fight in any relationship, there's a different kind of emotion behind it all. You start to gloss over the bad bits, and glorify the good bits. Maybe you even think the bad stuff was good, and soon enough, you go back, and you find some more crazy. Because you like it, you really do. It's wonderful stuff. Whole emotional ranges you never knew you had, whole sensations you never knew you could experience.
But, after a few runs, you develop some rules for yourself. It becomes like living in the slightly run down part of town--you wanna get by, you gotta be smart about it. Live your life normally, but don't go down dark streets alone. Don't take your wallet out where it can be lifted from you. Don't say stupid things, or make promises you can't keep, or extend yourself when you really don't want to. You gotta know how to handle the crazy.
Though, fairness to him, holes in the condoms mean bail. And bail as fast as you can. That isn't a "oh, well, we'll mop this up when we get to shore" kind of bail, or even a "quick, get a bucket" kind of bail. This is a "well, so much for that boat" kind of bail, the kind where you dive into the water and get as far from it as you can. Good luck, man. Sometimes, you get those. Best to just cut your losses, separate anything it was attached to, and put it the hell down.