This year, it snowed just like it did when I lived in Toronto. Back then, I didn't understand what was happening - I wanted to assume the best of you. You were my mom, but also my best friend.
I don't think you knew how to adjust to the idea that I was becoming my own person. I had a new relationship I was really excited about, new friends who meant the world to me. My world was growing while your world shrunk.
I'm sorry that that was so painful. But by trying so desperately to hold on, you created a rift that you've been unable to cross ever since. No matter how many opportunities I try to give you, how many bridges I extend, how many hands I hold out, you've never met me halfway. And that's devastating.
Welcome to your front row seat to my identity crisis!
I’m Ollie- half Cuban, half Brazilian, born in the good ‘ole USA. Oh, and also very queer.
I’m an estranged adult child trying to navigate what my own story even is. This comic is eclectic, scattered, told in no particular order- just like how my bizarre life feels at times.
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