{"id":52725,"date":"2026-06-25T10:46:12","date_gmt":"2026-06-25T10:46:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725"},"modified":"2026-06-25T10:46:12","modified_gmt":"2026-06-25T10:46:12","slug":"my-husband-died-in-an-accident-when-i-was-three-months-pregnant-and-i-thought-grief-would-be-the-cruelest-thing-id-face-then-my-mother-in-law-shoved-me-out-of-the-house-and-screamed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725","title":{"rendered":"My husband died in an accident when I was three months pregnant, and I thought grief would be the cruelest thing I\u2019d face. Then my mother-in-law shoved me out of the house and screamed, \u201cGet rid of that baby. My son is gone.\u201d At the hospital, broken and terrified, a doctor whispered, \u201cFollow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d I never expected who was waiting behind that door."},"content":{"rendered":"

Part 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

My husband, Aaron Miller, died on a wet Friday night when a pickup truck crossed the center line and hit his car head-on. I was three months pregnant, sitting on our couch with a bowl of soup in my hands, waiting for him to come home with the tiny stuffed bear he had promised to buy for our baby.<\/p>\n

At 11:42 p.m., two officers knocked on the door.<\/p>\n

By sunrise, I was a widow.<\/p>\n

I barely remember the funeral. I remember Aaron\u2019s mother, Evelyn, standing beside his casket in a black designer dress, accepting sympathy like she was the only person who had lost him. She never touched my shoulder. She never asked if I had eaten. She never looked at my stomach.<\/p>\n

Three days after the burial, I was still staying in Aaron\u2019s house\u2014the house he had bought before we married but added my name to after we found out about the baby. I was packing his sweaters into a memory box when Evelyn arrived with her sister and a folder.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to make a decision,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

I wiped my face. \u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked directly at my belly. \u201cThat pregnancy.\u201d<\/p>\n

My whole body went still.<\/p>\n

\u201cAaron is gone,\u201d she said coldly. \u201cThere is no reason to continue this. You\u2019re young. You can start over.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stepped back. \u201cThis baby is Aaron\u2019s child.\u201d<\/p>\n

Evelyn\u2019s mouth tightened. \u201cThis baby is a problem. It ties you to this family and this property.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then she placed the folder on the table. Inside were papers transferring my interest in the house back to the Miller family.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll sign these,\u201d she said. \u201cThen you\u2019ll go to the clinic.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her. \u201cYou\u2019re asking me to give up my home and my baby in the same breath?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m telling you what is reasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her face changed instantly.<\/p>\n

She grabbed my suitcase from the hallway, dragged it to the front door, and threw it onto the porch in the rain. Then she shoved my memory box after it. Aaron\u2019s sweaters spilled onto the wet steps.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet out,\u201d she snapped. \u201cAnd don\u2019t come back until that baby is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pain cramped sharply through my stomach. I reached for the wall.<\/p>\n

At the hospital, trembling and soaked, I expected a nurse.<\/p>\n

Instead, the doctor entered and said, \u201cMrs. Miller, follow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Part 2<\/strong><\/p>\n

I thought the doctor had made a mistake.<\/p>\n

No one knew I was at the hospital except the nurse who checked me in. I had no parents left, no siblings, and only one close friend out of state. Aaron had been my family. Now he was gone, and his mother had just thrown me into the rain with a suitcase and a threat.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho wants to see me?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Dr. Parker\u2019s face softened. \u201cA man named Thomas Miller.\u201d<\/p>\n

My breath caught.<\/p>\n

Thomas was Aaron\u2019s grandfather. Everyone in the family acted as if he was too old, too fragile, too distant to be involved in anything. I had met him only twice, but both times he had been kind. Quiet, observant, sharp-eyed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s here?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

Dr. Parker nodded. \u201cHe asked to be notified if you ever came in under distress. Your husband arranged it with your consent in the emergency contact paperwork months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

Aaron.<\/p>\n

Even gone, he was still protecting me.<\/p>\n

The doctor led me to a private consultation room. Thomas sat in a wheelchair near the window, wearing a gray cardigan and holding a cane across his knees. Beside him stood a woman in a navy suit.<\/p>\n

When he saw me, his face tightened with grief.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Grace,\u201d he said softly. \u201cWhat did she do?\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the first time I broke. Not at the funeral. Not when the officers came. Not even when Evelyn threw Aaron\u2019s things into the rain. But when Thomas asked that question, I covered my face and sobbed.<\/p>\n

I told him everything.<\/p>\n

The baby. The house papers. The clinic demand. The suitcase. Aaron\u2019s sweaters soaking on the porch.<\/p>\n

The woman in the suit introduced herself as Marissa Cole, Thomas\u2019s attorney. She opened her briefcase and placed a document on the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cAaron came to us six weeks ago,\u201d she said. \u201cHe was worried that if anything happened to him, Evelyn would pressure you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her. \u201cHe said that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Thomas nodded. \u201cMy daughter-in-law has always believed love means control.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marissa slid the paper toward me. \u201cAaron created a trust for you and the baby. The house, his savings, and his life insurance were placed under protections Evelyn cannot touch.\u201d<\/p>\n

My hand shook as I touched the document.<\/p>\n

Then Marissa said, \u201cThere\u2019s more. Evelyn has been trying to move family assets for weeks. Aaron suspected fraud.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thomas looked at me, his voice suddenly firm.<\/p>\n

\u201cGrace, that child is my great-grandchild. And my grandson left instructions. If Evelyn tried to hurt you, we were to act immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n

My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n

A message from Evelyn appeared: Sign the papers by morning, or I\u2019ll make sure you leave with nothing.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Thomas read it over my shoulder.<\/p>\n

Then he smiled coldly.<\/p>\n

\u201cPerfect,\u201d he said. \u201cShe just gave us what we needed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Part 3<\/strong><\/p>\n

By morning, Evelyn Miller\u2019s power began to fall apart.<\/p>\n

Marissa filed an emergency injunction blocking any attempt to remove me from the house or transfer property. She also sent Evelyn\u2019s threats to the court and to the family\u2019s financial board. Thomas, who still controlled the Miller family trust, froze Evelyn\u2019s access to several accounts pending an investigation.<\/p>\n

Evelyn called me thirty-seven times.<\/p>\n

I did not answer.<\/p>\n

At noon, Marissa drove me back to the house with two security officers and a locksmith. My suitcase was still on the porch. Aaron\u2019s sweaters had been ruined by rain. I picked one up, pressed it to my chest, and promised myself I would never let Evelyn decide what part of Aaron I was allowed to keep.<\/p>\n

An hour later, Evelyn arrived in a black SUV, furious.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think this makes you family?\u201d she screamed from the driveway. \u201cYou\u2019re carrying a memory, not a son.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thomas rolled his wheelchair onto the porch beside me. His voice was calm, but it cut through the air.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Evelyn. She is carrying Aaron\u2019s child. And you are no longer welcome here.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time since I had known her, Evelyn looked afraid.<\/p>\n

The investigation uncovered what Aaron had suspected. Evelyn had been quietly moving money from family accounts into companies controlled by her brother. She planned to challenge my ownership of the house, claim I was emotionally unstable, and pressure me into disappearing before the baby was born.<\/p>\n

But Aaron had seen through her.<\/p>\n

He had saved emails, bank records, and a letter for me. Marissa gave it to me one week later.<\/p>\n

In Aaron\u2019s handwriting, it said: Grace, if you are reading this, I\u2019m sorry I\u2019m not there. But our baby is not a burden. Our baby is proof that love keeps going. Don\u2019t let my mother turn grief into fear. Live in our home. Raise our child with joy. I chose you. I choose you still.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I read that letter in the nursery we had painted pale green together and cried until the sun went down.<\/p>\n

Months later, my son was born. I named him Noah Thomas Miller.<\/p>\n

Evelyn requested visitation through her lawyer. The judge denied it until she completed counseling and complied with the financial investigation. She never apologized. She only said she had been \u201coverwhelmed by grief.\u201d<\/p>\n

Maybe she was grieving. But grief does not excuse cruelty.<\/p>\n

Noah grew up in the house his father protected for him. On quiet nights, I sat in the rocking chair Aaron built and told our son stories about the man who loved him before he ever saw his face.<\/p>\n

People say family should be forgiven. But I learned that real family protects life, not reputation.<\/p>\n

So if you were pregnant, widowed, and thrown out by the people who should have protected you, would you forgive them\u2014or close the door forever to protect your child?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 My husband, Aaron Miller, died on a wet Friday night when a pickup truck crossed the center line and hit his car head-on. I was three months pregnant, sitting on our couch with a bowl of soup in my hands, waiting for him to come home with the tiny stuffed bear he had […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":52732,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52725","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\nMy husband died in an accident when I was three months pregnant, and I thought grief would be the cruelest thing I\u2019d face. Then my mother-in-law shoved me out of the house and screamed, \u201cGet rid of that baby. My son is gone.\u201d At the hospital, broken and terrified, a doctor whispered, \u201cFollow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d I never expected who was waiting behind that door. - True Stories<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"My husband died in an accident when I was three months pregnant, and I thought grief would be the cruelest thing I\u2019d face. Then my mother-in-law shoved me out of the house and screamed, \u201cGet rid of that baby. My son is gone.\u201d At the hospital, broken and terrified, a doctor whispered, \u201cFollow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d I never expected who was waiting behind that door. - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 My husband, Aaron Miller, died on a wet Friday night when a pickup truck crossed the center line and hit his car head-on. I was three months pregnant, sitting on our couch with a bowl of soup in my hands, waiting for him to come home with the tiny stuffed bear he had […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-06-25T10:46:12+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_and_emotionally_devastating_202606251745.jpeg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"558\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"6 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725\",\"name\":\"My husband died in an accident when I was three months pregnant, and I thought grief would be the cruelest thing I\u2019d face. Then my mother-in-law shoved me out of the house and screamed, \u201cGet rid of that baby. My son is gone.\u201d At the hospital, broken and terrified, a doctor whispered, \u201cFollow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d I never expected who was waiting behind that door. - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_and_emotionally_devastating_202606251745.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-06-25T10:46:12+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_and_emotionally_devastating_202606251745.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_and_emotionally_devastating_202606251745.jpeg\",\"width\":558,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"My husband died in an accident when I was three months pregnant, and I thought grief would be the cruelest thing I\u2019d face. Then my mother-in-law shoved me out of the house and screamed, \u201cGet rid of that baby. My son is gone.\u201d At the hospital, broken and terrified, a doctor whispered, \u201cFollow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d I never expected who was waiting behind that door.\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"True Stories\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\",\"name\":\"true love\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"true love\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"My husband died in an accident when I was three months pregnant, and I thought grief would be the cruelest thing I\u2019d face. Then my mother-in-law shoved me out of the house and screamed, \u201cGet rid of that baby. My son is gone.\u201d At the hospital, broken and terrified, a doctor whispered, \u201cFollow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d I never expected who was waiting behind that door. - True Stories","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"My husband died in an accident when I was three months pregnant, and I thought grief would be the cruelest thing I\u2019d face. Then my mother-in-law shoved me out of the house and screamed, \u201cGet rid of that baby. My son is gone.\u201d At the hospital, broken and terrified, a doctor whispered, \u201cFollow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d I never expected who was waiting behind that door. - True Stories","og_description":"Part 1 My husband, Aaron Miller, died on a wet Friday night when a pickup truck crossed the center line and hit his car head-on. I was three months pregnant, sitting on our couch with a bowl of soup in my hands, waiting for him to come home with the tiny stuffed bear he had […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-06-25T10:46:12+00:00","og_image":[{"width":558,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_and_emotionally_devastating_202606251745.jpeg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"true love","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"true love","Est. reading time":"6 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725","name":"My husband died in an accident when I was three months pregnant, and I thought grief would be the cruelest thing I\u2019d face. Then my mother-in-law shoved me out of the house and screamed, \u201cGet rid of that baby. My son is gone.\u201d At the hospital, broken and terrified, a doctor whispered, \u201cFollow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d I never expected who was waiting behind that door. - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_and_emotionally_devastating_202606251745.jpeg","datePublished":"2026-06-25T10:46:12+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_and_emotionally_devastating_202606251745.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_and_emotionally_devastating_202606251745.jpeg","width":558,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52725#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"My husband died in an accident when I was three months pregnant, and I thought grief would be the cruelest thing I\u2019d face. Then my mother-in-law shoved me out of the house and screamed, \u201cGet rid of that baby. My son is gone.\u201d At the hospital, broken and terrified, a doctor whispered, \u201cFollow me. Someone wants to see you.\u201d I never expected who was waiting behind that door."}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"True Stories","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e","name":"true love","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"true love"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52725","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=52725"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52725\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52733,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52725\/revisions\/52733"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/52732"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=52725"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=52725"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=52725"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}