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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 manifested was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. On one particular night, I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is extremely unsettling. 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 leaped out of bed, got dressed and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking around 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 a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”