It’s been four days since I sent this text message to a family member.
“Dear [ ]. I hope you are well. I’m writing to you for a personal reason today. Over the next few days, you will receive a paper in the mail where you’ll be asked to vote on whether same-sex couples will be allowed to marry in Australia. Nick and I have been engaged for four years and together for 10. It would mean so much to us if you and [family member] could vote “yes” so that we can be legally viewed the same way as everyone else. We need 5 million Australians to vote “yes” to win. I hope you can join us in our fight. Thank you. Adam”
This relative has been there since I was in nappies. It wasn't that long ago when my partner and I were in their home having a nice family get-together.
I could have called. I didn't. I thought this particular relative might respond better to a text message, and it might seem less like an ambush. The last thing I want is that person to feel that I'd zoned in on them.
The problem is, my tactic didn't work. Or at least, it didn't work as I hoped it would.
Four days after I'd sent my message, I received a response. The relative said that "[I] appreciate you giving us your thoughts and thank you for keeping in touch". And something else about being "busy". Hmm.