When I was in my late teens, my ex-boyfriend found out I had started dating someone else and apparently got jealous. He contacted me to tell me that I would have to tell the new guy he had HIV. The ex said he was positive and had intentionally given it to me. I remember calling him and yelling, just losing my shit, then I blacked out. When I “came to,” I was half way to where he was staying at the time, going 20 over the speed limit with one of my dad’s pistols on the passenger seat next to me. I was going to kill him. I talked myself down that day and found out through multiple blood tests that I had either managed not to contract it or he had made the whole thing up just to fuck with me. I had always thought that “blind rage” was just a shitty attempt at a criminal defense, but now I’m not so sure.