
We Don’t Have a F**king Doorbell
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1. So a couple years ago, I moved out of state with a boyfriend.
2. I was really excited about it but I had anxiety about being so far from my friends and family
3. 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 swaet, gasping and whatnot.
4. On one particular night I had woken up to the sound of our doorbell ringing, which at 4am was nerve-wracking.
5. So I shook my boyfriend fully awake and told him that I heard the doorbell and to go and check it because I was scared.
6. He quickly jumps up, puts on clothes and grabs a plank, goes all the way to the front door and opens it.
7. I was shit scared and peeking around the corner watching it all go down.
8. 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 responded real shaky, “Yes?”
9. He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated, tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”
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