I threw pie at Mom because I lost control of myself. When I was in that house, it was like I reverted back to being a kid. I felt immature, under attack, and crazy. I thought of my child-self, sitting cross-legged in the basement, holding a doll, listening to our parents scream at each other while you hummed that everything would be fine. I thought of what I’d do now as an adult if I came upon that scene; if I saw two little girls in that house with parents behaving like jackasses, and I snapped.
