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 expressed itself was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up suddenly sitting up 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 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, got dressed and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am watching from the corner seeing what happens. 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 real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”