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A few years back, I moved to a different state with my boyfriend. Although excited, I was anxious about being away from my friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety manifested was with bad dreams and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. 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, scared shitless, am watching from the corner watching it all go down. 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 real shaky, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a doorbell.”