So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. I was super excited about it but had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. On one particular night, I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is incredibly nerve-racking. So I jolted my boyfriend awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly leaped out of bed, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am peering from 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 look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”