So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety expressed itself was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up suddenly sitting up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. On one particular night, I had woken up to the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I jolted my boyfriend awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly got up, got dressed and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am peeking around the corner observing the whole thing. I see him step outside and I anxiously wait to see what's going on when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond trembling, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”