How much of Aisha’s problems were because of her mom’s lack of self-control and how many others were because of this environment? She’d grown up with a mom who’d never mentally or emotionally aged past fourteen or fifteen.
I think the intense childishness we saw in Celia at the beginning of the chapter was quite intentional.
Though I was thinking closer to ten.
A new man in the house every week or two, with his own idea of how things should work, Celia generally content to let him run things however he wanted.
Well… at least it makes for some variation?
Aisha tried not to think about the men. It was like having a broken arm; so long as she didn’t move it, so long as she didn’t think about it, it was okay, a dull throb in the back of her mind.
I can’t imagine all the men would be okay with that approach, though, when Aisha was living here.
Something she could ignore. But even a stray thought could remind her that the arm was broken, and then it sometimes took days before she could get out of that head space.
Ouch, yeah. This is a pretty decent analogy.
There was no distraction that worked, because the fact that she was consciously looking for a distraction only reminded her of what she was trying to distract herself from.
Don’t think about broken arms, blue elephants, or this one Game I just lost!
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