No, man. I only got married the one time(to one of only two SANE girls I ever got with) Nearly sixteen years now.
But if you look at the pic you can probably get a pretty good guess as to why I let the crazy thing be only a minor concern until they'd get scary.
But they'd almost always get REAL scary after a while. Debbie once had a loud extended argument with a chair. I wish I could have heard the chairs side of the discussion, because based on her responses, it was making some pretty cogent points. Sheila once pulled a knife on me with serious intent of at least maiming me because of the way I tied my shoes. I don't remember if it was left-over-right or right-over-left that day. But she looked at my feet, screamed "You men are all alike!" and tried to take out my liver with a butcher knife.
Sadly, it's not a long step from 'Clearly, all the girls who are attracted to me are dangerously insane.' to 'Clearly, to be attracted to me, a girl must first be dangerously insane.' It's a little hard on the self image.
But the wild monkey circus sex would make it worth it, for the first few months anyway.