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 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 shook my boyfriend fully awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly got up, threw on some clothes 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 frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”