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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 was coming out was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up violently 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 fucking nerve wracking. 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, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Heads straight for 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 nervously await the verdict of the situation 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 damn doorbell.”