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 expressed itself was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. 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 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 seeing what happens. 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 nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”