Just don't bend

You can slam, punch, curse it - our front door. Within the last couple of days it has become more and more cricked, to the point that opening it becomes our mission of the day. The day before yesterday, the attempt with the balcony, and yesterday a good 15 minutes battle with Kali inside and me outside where we just kept banging and hitting it, but nothing happened. Now all that banging, lifting handles, pushing handles down, has left a mark on my wrist. If I wouldn't be so amused by it, I would probably cry. This is comedy stuff...