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 bad dreams and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. On one particular night, I had woken up to the sound of our doorbell ringing. 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 got up, got dressed and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am peering from around the corner observing the whole thing. 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 real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”