Not a girlfriend/wife thing, but back in Dec. 1986 (was still AD A.F. at Norton, in So. Cal.) I was off-roading in an old used F-250, up in the Big Bear Mts.. Reeeeal long story, short, F'd it up by sliding down a ravine. Had to walk out, got about 8, or so, miles under my waffle-stomper hiking boots, now this was Christmas day mind you, and a car finally stopped and offered me a ride to town (Redlands). No one else was on the road (imagine that).
Got in, took a look around, and what did I see? Woman was dressed in all Goth (black nails, black hair, black lipstick, black eye make-up, list goes on), had a F'n Raven in a bird cage in the back seat. I think it was a Honda Civic, or some shit. I was desperate.
She asked me where I was heading and I told her...home. Well, during the drive there, she was asking me questions about who/what I believed in and if I got into seances. Said...NO!
She kept asking me for my address, and the street I lived on. I did not/would not tell her and I made her drop me off under the 10 Freeway under a F'n overpass. Not a way in hell, was I going to let her take me to my apartment (still had over a mile to go). She probably would have invited herself in and performed a F'n ritual, pentagram and all (along with that F'n bird supervising that whole shit-show) with me being the sacrificial "Lamb".
That's about as close to crazy I've come to. At least, to my memory. I have had some pretty wild drunks (long, long time ago) tho. My shit is squared now. Mac