Date Wednesday 29 March Time 8.45pm
My thoughts and reflections:
I’m starting to realise just how serious things are between Aziz and Astrid: it comes to something when you look forward to getting to work for a potential firing because it’s a break from the tension at home.
I almost want to go back to last week when Astrid asked me whether Aziz had any plans for the weekend, even though he was in the room at the time.
At least she still cared enough to be horrible.
Now she’s being polite, and Astrid isn’t polite.
She apologised yesterday for coming into the kitchen when Aziz was in there.
And, worst of all, Aziz isn’t being himself.
Aziz is the most patient, kind, calm person ever.
But last night, when he was helping me with the modem because the internet didn’t seem to be working again (you have to unplug it, and restart it, and re-enter the code which I keep forgetting), he suddenly threw the modem on the floor and stamped on it until it snapped.
‘Er, Aziz, what are you doing?’ I said. ‘I don’t think that’s going to fix it!’
‘That modem keeps going wrong, Alice,’ said Aziz. ‘I’ve tried everything with it. I’ve given it my best shot. I really have. Over and over again. Maybe it’s time to accept it’s broken. I don’t want to waste another decade restarting the modem only to have it screw me over once more.’
In one word:
Heartbreaking