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So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Although excited, I was anxious about being away from my friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with bad dreams and night terrors. I’d wake up suddenly sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. 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 woke my boyfriend up 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. Heads straight for the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am peering from around the corner watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I fearfully await the outcome when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond real shaky, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”