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We don’t have a fucking doorbell
« on: December 26, 2018, 05:02:35 AM »
So a couple of yrs I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was really excited about this but with explanation had anxiety about simply being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares and night terrors. I would wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one particular 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 fully awake and said to him I noticed the doorbell as well as to go check it because I was scared. He rapidly jumps up. Puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the healthy 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 scenario while I notice him call out to me. Babe? And I react genuine shaky, Yes? He appears in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in the eyes of his and states, We do not have a fucking doorbell.