We don’t have a **cking doorbell

[hoangmao300]

So a couple of years I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was really excited about it but 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 and night terrors. I'd wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one specific night I had woken up the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at four in the early morning is actually **cking nerve wracking. 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 jumps up. Puts on clothes as well as grabs a bat. Goes all the healthy way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking nearby watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I nervously await the verdict of the circumstance 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 his eyes and states, We do not have a **cking doorbell.