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hoangmao300
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So a couple 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 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 distinct night I'd woken up the audio of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the early morning is actually fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend completely awake and informed him I heard the doorbell as well as to go check it because I was scared. He swiftly jumps up. Puts on clothes as well as grabs a bat. Goes all of the healthy 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 cirstance while I hear him call out to me. Babe? And I react real shaky, Yes? He stands in the doorway with a genuine frustrated tired appearance in the eyes of his and states, We do not have a fucking doorbell.