So a couple of yrs I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was super excited about this however with reason had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. 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 distinct night I'd woken up the audio of our doorbell ringing. Which at four in the early morning is actually ****ing nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend fully awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it since I was scared. He quickly 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 everything go down. I see him step outside and I nervously await the verdict of the situation when I notice him call out to me. Babe? And I respond genuine shaky, Yes? He stands in the doorway with a genuine frustrated tired look in the eyes of his and states, We don't have a ****ing doorbell.