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Some years ago, I relocated to another state with my boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety manifested was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright 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 woke my boyfriend up and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up, got dressed and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am watching from the corner observing the whole thing. I see him step outside and I fearfully await the outcome 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.”