So something crazy just happened. I can't stop shaking, I am so freaked out. I live alone in an old Soviet-era building. My roommate recently moved out, so I am here alone with my three-month-old baby. I went into the kitchen today, as I always do, to make myself some tea, leaving the baby sleeping in his crib in the other room. All the windows were open and it was unusually windy today, so when I was in the kitchen, the wind slammed the kitchen door shut. This would have been fine, except the door knob on my side was broken; there was no way to turn the knob from inside the kitchen.
I had always known the door knob was broken but never thought it was a problem, because the door had never fully slammed shut before (when my roommate lived here he always kept that door propped open).
So I tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. I tried everything I could to open it -- tried to pick the lock from my side, tried to force the door knob out of the other side, then tried to break the lock with a heavy object. Nothing worked. I started to panic -- I didn't have my phone with me, so couldn't call anyone, and even if the police came, my apartment has a crazy, custom-made security door that they wouldn't be able to break down.
So I started crying hysterically and screaming my head off, because I heard my baby in the other room starting to cry and I knew he was hungry. It was a nightmare. I never thought something like that could happen, that I'd get trapped 10 feet away from my baby and be unable to get out of my own kitchen.
I kept thinking, "There must be some way to open this damn door." But there wasn't, nothing worked. I have blood all over my wrists and arms from trying to bust the door open, bruises all up and down my arms and hips from when I tried to open it by throwing myself into it. Ultimately I ended up smashing in a thick-glass window inside the door. The door is completely and utterly destroyed. I am bloody and bruised, but my baby is okay.
The upstairs neighbor came down to check on me, along with police. I guess they heard me screaming insanely. So that's good; I'm actually glad that they bothered to check on me. Although now I feel really stupid and am sure they thought I was crazy -- my makeup is all running down my face and I am sure I looked crazed. I was shaking like crazy and still trying to catch my breath. That was utterly terrifying. I think it caused me so much stress it probably stopped my lactation.
My question to you guys is -- am I now liable for the damage to the door? Should I have to pay for that? Or should that be on the landlord, since the door was basically faulty and put me and my baby in danger?
I had always known the door knob was broken but never thought it was a problem, because the door had never fully slammed shut before (when my roommate lived here he always kept that door propped open).
So I tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. I tried everything I could to open it -- tried to pick the lock from my side, tried to force the door knob out of the other side, then tried to break the lock with a heavy object. Nothing worked. I started to panic -- I didn't have my phone with me, so couldn't call anyone, and even if the police came, my apartment has a crazy, custom-made security door that they wouldn't be able to break down.
So I started crying hysterically and screaming my head off, because I heard my baby in the other room starting to cry and I knew he was hungry. It was a nightmare. I never thought something like that could happen, that I'd get trapped 10 feet away from my baby and be unable to get out of my own kitchen.
I kept thinking, "There must be some way to open this damn door." But there wasn't, nothing worked. I have blood all over my wrists and arms from trying to bust the door open, bruises all up and down my arms and hips from when I tried to open it by throwing myself into it. Ultimately I ended up smashing in a thick-glass window inside the door. The door is completely and utterly destroyed. I am bloody and bruised, but my baby is okay.
The upstairs neighbor came down to check on me, along with police. I guess they heard me screaming insanely. So that's good; I'm actually glad that they bothered to check on me. Although now I feel really stupid and am sure they thought I was crazy -- my makeup is all running down my face and I am sure I looked crazed. I was shaking like crazy and still trying to catch my breath. That was utterly terrifying. I think it caused me so much stress it probably stopped my lactation.
My question to you guys is -- am I now liable for the damage to the door? Should I have to pay for that? Or should that be on the landlord, since the door was basically faulty and put me and my baby in danger?