So a few yrs I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was super excited about this however with explanation had anxiety about being so much from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares as well as night terrors. I'd wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one distinct night I had woken up the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at four in the early morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend completely awake and said to him I noticed the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He swiftly jumps up. Puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the right 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 nervously await the verdict of the circumstance when I notice him call out to me. Babe? And I respond real shaky, Yes? He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated tired appearance in his eyes and states, We do not have a fucking doorbell.
