So a couple of yrs I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was super excited about this however with reason had anxiety about simply being so much from family and friends. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares as well as night terrors. I would wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one specific night I'd woken up the audio of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend completely awake and stated to him I noticed the doorbell and to go check it since I was scared. He swiftly jumps up. Puts on clothes as well as grabs a bat. Goes all the right way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking nearby watching everything 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 real shaky, Yes? He stands in the doorway with a genuine frustrated tired look in the eyes of his and says, We do not have a fucking doorbell.