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 frightening nightmares 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 extremely unsettling. So I jolted my boyfriend awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am watching from the corner seeing what happens. 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 nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”