He called me on the phone. Which he never did. We only ever text. So I knew it was urgent. I was at work and I answered.
"Hello...?"
"Don't go back to our house! Something just happened!"
"What's going on?!?!"
"Just promise me you won't go back home!"
"Tell me what's going on!"
"I'm at the hospital. Some guys just verbally assaulted me in our front yard. They were native. They assumed I was gay. They asked me if I knew what 'reparations day' was. I didn't answer. I got in my car and left to go back to work. They followed me and drove me off the road. They damaged my car. I'm getting checked out. I seem to be okay, I'm just very shook up..."
"Why can't I go home to our house???"
"They are there, those guys, they tried to break into our house."
I immediately went home. The police were there. Our home had been broken into.
We had been hate crimed.
He came home shortly after. We held each other all night, finding comfort in each other's arms.
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