We don’t have a fucking doorbell

Tema en 'Concesionarios' iniciado por hoangmao300, 26 Dic 2018.

  1. hoangmao300

    hoangmao300 New Member

    So a few yrs I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was really excited about it however with explanation had anxiety about simply being so far from family and friends. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares as well as 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 morning is actually fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend fully awake and told him I noticed the doorbell and also to go check it since I was scared. He swiftly 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 nearby watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I nervously await the verdict of the circumstance while I hear him call out to me. Babe? And I react real shaky, Yes? He appears in the doorway with a genuine frustrated tired look in the eyes of his and states, We do not have a fucking doorbell.

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