Former Prime Minister Tony Abbott (the small mercy in that title being the word former) is at it again.
He’s off to tell a group of Americans with their heads in the sand and their feet firmly planted in 1950 that: “We shouldn’t try to change something without understanding it, without grasping why it is that one man and one woman open to children until just a very few years ago has always been considered the essence of marriage and the heart of family.”
The heart of the family, surely, is love, not how many parents you have or what gender they are, or who they sleep with (is there any topic children care less about than their parents’ sex lives?).
My heart breaks every time we have this discussion.
Every time I hear another person argue that preventing same sex marriage in some way helps “the family” or is about “protecting children” it’s the same. I am torn between being furiously angry and profoundly sad.
And as a knot in my stomach sits heavily, a little voice in my head repeats once more what I’ve always said to myself: “What’s so great about having a “normal” family anyway?”
I’m 32-years-old. My parents are two of the most loving, supportive, generous, wonderful and awesome people in the world.
I come from a “non-traditional” family. But you better believe I grew up in homes full of love, encouragement and joy.
And I shouldn’t be made to feel bad about my family. Neither should anyone else.