Some years ago, I relocated to another state with my boyfriend. I was super excited about it but had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up suddenly sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. On one particular night, I woke up to the sound of our doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is extremely unsettling. 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. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am watching from the corner watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I fearfully await the outcome when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”