{"id":54114,"date":"2026-06-28T10:17:37","date_gmt":"2026-06-28T10:17:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114"},"modified":"2026-06-28T10:17:37","modified_gmt":"2026-06-28T10:17:37","slug":"my-family-shoved-me-into-the-freezing-snow-while-they-enjoyed-a-15000-christmas-dinner-inside-mom-smiled-at-my-brothers-wealthy-boss-and-said-dont-mind-her-she","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114","title":{"rendered":"My family shoved me into the freezing snow while they enjoyed a $15,000 Christmas dinner inside. Mom smiled at my brother\u2019s wealthy boss and said, \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d I didn\u2019t argue. I just looked through the window at the table I had paid for. Then I made one phone call\u2026 and before dessert, their perfect holiday image began to collapse."},"content":{"rendered":"

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

My name is Evelyn Carter, and my family threw me into the snow on Christmas Eve while eating a dinner I had paid for.<\/p>\n

The private dining room at the Fairmont Hotel in Boston glittered with crystal glasses, gold candles, and a twelve-foot Christmas tree. My mother had insisted on the luxury package: prime rib, lobster, champagne, live violin music, and custom desserts. The bill was nearly fifteen thousand dollars.<\/p>\n

I paid it because Mom said my brother, Derek, needed to impress his new boss, Charles Whitman, a wealthy investor who could change Derek\u2019s career.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust this once,\u201d Mom had said. \u201cDo it for the family.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was used to hearing that.<\/p>\n

I owned a small but successful accounting firm, but my family acted like I was still the awkward daughter who wore thrift-store coats in high school. Derek had charm, expensive suits, and endless debt. Mom called him ambitious. She called me practical, but never proudly.<\/p>\n

That night, I arrived quietly in a navy dress and winter coat. Derek barely looked at me. Mom rushed over, smiling too hard.<\/p>\n

\u201cEvelyn,\u201d she whispered, \u201cdon\u2019t mention money tonight. Charles thinks Derek arranged all this.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her. \u201cYou told him Derek paid?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s about image,\u201d she hissed.<\/p>\n

Before I could answer, Charles walked in. Derek shook his hand like a king greeting a prince. Mom introduced everyone, then paused at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Evelyn,\u201d she said with a laugh. \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room chuckled awkwardly.<\/p>\n

My face burned.<\/p>\n

I said, \u201cPoor loser?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom\u2019s smile sharpened. \u201cPlease don\u2019t embarrass us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Derek leaned close and muttered, \u201cJust leave if you\u2019re going to make this about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dad opened the door to the terrace. \u201cCool off outside.\u201d<\/p>\n

They actually pushed me through.<\/p>\n

The door clicked behind me.<\/p>\n

Snow fell onto my bare shoulders as laughter continued inside.<\/p>\n

I looked through the frosted glass at the table, the champagne, the boss, the dinner charged to my card.<\/p>\n

Then I took out my phone and called the hotel manager.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi,\u201d I said calmly. \u201cThis is Evelyn Carter. I\u2019m the person who paid for tonight\u2019s event. Please bring me the final invoice immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The manager, a calm woman named Rebecca, found me five minutes later standing under a heat lamp that barely worked.<\/p>\n

\u201cMs. Carter?\u201d she asked, horrified. \u201cAre you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d I said, though my fingers were numb. \u201cI need a copy of the invoice and the payment authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes flicked toward the dining room. \u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

Inside, my family was still laughing. Derek was making a toast with Charles Whitman watching from the head of the table. My mother looked relaxed, radiant even, like humiliating me had fixed whatever problem my presence created.<\/p>\n

Rebecca returned with a folder. \u201cEverything is under your name. The card on file is yours. The private room, the catering, the musicians, the floral arrangements, and the premium bar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d I said. \u201cPlease stop all additional charges under my card.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyebrows lifted. \u201cIncluding the open bar?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEspecially the open bar.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded. \u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I made my second call.<\/p>\n

My assistant, Jordan, answered on the first ring. \u201cMerry Christmas Eve, Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot yet,\u201d I said. \u201cI need you to forward the Whitman account file to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a pause. \u201cDerek\u2019s boss?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Because here was the detail my family had forgotten: Charles Whitman was not only Derek\u2019s boss. His investment company was one of my firm\u2019s biggest clients. I handled their tax review, vendor audits, and financial compliance. Charles knew my work. He just had never met me in person.<\/p>\n

Jordan sent the file in under a minute.<\/p>\n

I opened my email and found exactly what I needed: months of unpaid reimbursement requests Derek had submitted to Whitman Capital for \u201cclient development,\u201d including false meal receipts, inflated travel claims, and a suspicious consulting invoice tied to my mother\u2019s address.<\/p>\n

My stomach turned.<\/p>\n

Derek had not just lied about dinner. He had been stealing from his employer.<\/p>\n

I walked back inside with Rebecca beside me.<\/p>\n

The violinist stopped playing when the terrace door opened.<\/p>\n

Mom\u2019s smile vanished. \u201cEvelyn, what are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

I placed the invoice on the table in front of Charles.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry to interrupt,\u201d I said. \u201cBut since my family introduced me as the poor loser, I thought you should know I\u2019m the one paying for this dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charles looked from me to Derek.<\/p>\n

Then I added, \u201cAnd Mr. Whitman, I believe your employee has been submitting fraudulent expenses.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek\u2019s champagne glass slipped from his hand.<\/p>\n

It shattered across the white tablecloth.<\/p>\n

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

For several seconds, nobody moved.<\/p>\n

Then Charles Whitman picked up the invoice, read my name at the top, and slowly turned toward Derek.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this true?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Derek opened his mouth, but no sound came out.<\/p>\n

Mom jumped in first. \u201cThis is a family misunderstanding. Evelyn gets emotional. She has always been jealous of her brother.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed softly. \u201cJealous of what? His debt or his fraud?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dad slammed his hand on the table. \u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Charles said. \u201cLet her speak.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the first time all night anyone in that room treated me like I mattered.<\/p>\n

I handed Charles my phone, showing him the forwarded file. \u201cMy firm flagged several reimbursements last month. I didn\u2019t know they were connected to Derek until tonight. But this dinner makes the pattern clearer.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charles\u2019s expression hardened with every line he read.<\/p>\n

Derek whispered, \u201cEvelyn, don\u2019t do this.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him. \u201cYou let them push me into the snow while I paid for your performance.\u201d<\/p>\n

He swallowed.<\/p>\n

Rebecca quietly informed the table that no further charges would be accepted on my card. The premium bar closed immediately. The extra desserts Mom ordered were canceled. The musicians packed up before the final course.<\/p>\n

Nothing ruins a luxury Christmas dinner faster than the truth arriving with receipts.<\/p>\n

Charles stood and buttoned his coat. \u201cDerek, you are suspended pending investigation. Do not return to the office until legal contacts you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom gasped. \u201cOn Christmas?\u201d<\/p>\n

Charles looked at her. \u201cFraud doesn\u2019t become festive because there\u2019s a tree in the room.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he turned to me. \u201cMs. Carter, I owe you an apology. Your work has saved my company from embarrassment more than once. I should have recognized your name.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded. \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

My family did not apologize that night. They blamed me. Mom cried about reputation. Dad said I had destroyed Derek\u2019s future. Derek called me cruel.<\/p>\n

But the hotel staff brought me my coat, a hot coffee, and my own car from valet.<\/p>\n

I left before dessert.<\/p>\n

In January, Derek lost his job. The investigation uncovered enough false reimbursements that Charles pressed charges. My parents had to sell the vacation condo they bragged about but could not afford. Without my quiet payments, their perfect image cracked in public.<\/p>\n

They called me for help.<\/p>\n

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

The next Christmas, I hosted dinner in my own home for my employees, neighbors, and friends who had become real family. Nobody was shoved outside. Nobody was called a loser. Everyone knew exactly who paid the bills, because everyone helped clear the plates.<\/p>\n

Sometimes the coldest place is not outside in the snow. It is inside a family that only values you when your card goes through.<\/p>\n

So tell me\u2014if your family humiliated you in front of powerful guests while spending your money, would you stay silent, or let the bill expose them all?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 My name is Evelyn Carter, and my family threw me into the snow on Christmas Eve while eating a dinner I had paid for. The private dining room at the Fairmont Hotel in Boston glittered with crystal glasses, gold candles, and a twelve-foot Christmas tree. My mother had insisted on the luxury package: […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":54115,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54114","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\nMy family shoved me into the freezing snow while they enjoyed a $15,000 Christmas dinner inside. Mom smiled at my brother\u2019s wealthy boss and said, \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d I didn\u2019t argue. I just looked through the window at the table I had paid for. Then I made one phone call\u2026 and before dessert, their perfect holiday image began to collapse. - 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=54114\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"My family shoved me into the freezing snow while they enjoyed a $15,000 Christmas dinner inside. Mom smiled at my brother\u2019s wealthy boss and said, \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d I didn\u2019t argue. I just looked through the window at the table I had paid for. Then I made one phone call\u2026 and before dessert, their perfect holiday image began to collapse. - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 My name is Evelyn Carter, and my family threw me into the snow on Christmas Eve while eating a dinner I had paid for. The private dining room at the Fairmont Hotel in Boston glittered with crystal glasses, gold candles, and a twelve-foot Christmas tree. My mother had insisted on the luxury package: […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-06-28T10:17:37+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_cinematic_scene_outside_202606281716.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=54114\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114\",\"name\":\"My family shoved me into the freezing snow while they enjoyed a $15,000 Christmas dinner inside. Mom smiled at my brother\u2019s wealthy boss and said, \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d I didn\u2019t argue. I just looked through the window at the table I had paid for. Then I made one phone call\u2026 and before dessert, their perfect holiday image began to collapse. - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_cinematic_scene_outside_202606281716.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-06-28T10:17:37+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_cinematic_scene_outside_202606281716.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_cinematic_scene_outside_202606281716.jpeg\",\"width\":558,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"My family shoved me into the freezing snow while they enjoyed a $15,000 Christmas dinner inside. Mom smiled at my brother\u2019s wealthy boss and said, \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d I didn\u2019t argue. I just looked through the window at the table I had paid for. Then I made one phone call\u2026 and before dessert, their perfect holiday image began to collapse.\"}]},{\"@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 family shoved me into the freezing snow while they enjoyed a $15,000 Christmas dinner inside. Mom smiled at my brother\u2019s wealthy boss and said, \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d I didn\u2019t argue. I just looked through the window at the table I had paid for. Then I made one phone call\u2026 and before dessert, their perfect holiday image began to collapse. - 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=54114","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"My family shoved me into the freezing snow while they enjoyed a $15,000 Christmas dinner inside. Mom smiled at my brother\u2019s wealthy boss and said, \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d I didn\u2019t argue. I just looked through the window at the table I had paid for. Then I made one phone call\u2026 and before dessert, their perfect holiday image began to collapse. - True Stories","og_description":"Part 1 My name is Evelyn Carter, and my family threw me into the snow on Christmas Eve while eating a dinner I had paid for. The private dining room at the Fairmont Hotel in Boston glittered with crystal glasses, gold candles, and a twelve-foot Christmas tree. My mother had insisted on the luxury package: […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-06-28T10:17:37+00:00","og_image":[{"width":558,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_cinematic_scene_outside_202606281716.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=54114","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114","name":"My family shoved me into the freezing snow while they enjoyed a $15,000 Christmas dinner inside. Mom smiled at my brother\u2019s wealthy boss and said, \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d I didn\u2019t argue. I just looked through the window at the table I had paid for. Then I made one phone call\u2026 and before dessert, their perfect holiday image began to collapse. - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_cinematic_scene_outside_202606281716.jpeg","datePublished":"2026-06-28T10:17:37+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_cinematic_scene_outside_202606281716.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/A_dramatic_cinematic_scene_outside_202606281716.jpeg","width":558,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54114#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"My family shoved me into the freezing snow while they enjoyed a $15,000 Christmas dinner inside. Mom smiled at my brother\u2019s wealthy boss and said, \u201cDon\u2019t mind her. She\u2019s our poor loser.\u201d I didn\u2019t argue. I just looked through the window at the table I had paid for. Then I made one phone call\u2026 and before dessert, their perfect holiday image began to collapse."}]},{"@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\/54114","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=54114"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54114\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54116,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54114\/revisions\/54116"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/54115"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=54114"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=54114"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=54114"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}