{"id":56838,"date":"2026-07-04T11:49:10","date_gmt":"2026-07-04T11:49:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838"},"modified":"2026-07-04T11:49:10","modified_gmt":"2026-07-04T11:49:10","slug":"at-christmas-dinner-i-watched-my-mother-slap-my-wife-across-the-face-and-scream-youll-always-be-trailer-trash-take-your-daughter-and-get-out-my-little-girl-started-c","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838","title":{"rendered":"At Christmas dinner, I watched my mother slap my wife across the face and scream, **\u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d** My little girl started crying, and everyone waited for me to beg for peace. I didn\u2019t. I packed our bags, took my wife\u2019s hand, and left. The next morning, Mom called me sobbing\u2014but what she confessed came too late."},"content":{"rendered":"

At Christmas dinner, my mother slapped my wife across the face in front of our seven-year-old daughter.<\/p>\n

The room went silent so fast I could hear the soft crackle of the fireplace behind us.<\/p>\n

My wife, Emily, stood beside the dining table with one hand on her cheek, her eyes wide with shock. Our daughter, Sophie, dropped her fork onto her plate and began to cry.<\/p>\n

My mother, Margaret, didn\u2019t even look sorry.<\/p>\n

She pointed toward the front door and screamed, \u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d<\/p>\n

My sister-in-law, Bethany, sat at the table with a smug little smile, the same smile she had worn all evening while picking at Emily.<\/p>\n

It started over something stupid. Bethany made a comment about Emily bringing store-bought pie instead of baking one herself. Emily laughed it off. Then Bethany said, \u201cI guess that\u2019s what happens when you weren\u2019t raised with proper holiday traditions.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily stayed calm. \u201cBethany, it\u2019s Christmas. Can we not do this?\u201d<\/p>\n

That was all it took.<\/p>\n

Bethany stood up, accused Emily of ruining the family mood, and my mother immediately took her side. She always did. Bethany came from money, married my older brother, and knew exactly how to flatter my mother\u2019s pride. Emily had grown up in a trailer park with a single mom who worked nights, and my mother had never let her forget it.<\/p>\n

I looked around the table. My brother stared at his wineglass. My father folded his napkin like nothing had happened. Nobody defended my wife. Nobody comforted my daughter.<\/p>\n

They all waited for me to do what I had done for years\u2014smooth things over, apologize for everyone, beg Emily to \u201clet it go.\u201d<\/p>\n

But that slap changed everything.<\/p>\n

I walked to Sophie, lifted her into my arms, and said, \u201cGo put on your coat, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother blinked. \u201cDaniel, don\u2019t be dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned to Emily. \u201cPack our overnight bag.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily\u2019s voice shook. \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her red cheek, then at Sophie hiding her face against my shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cWe\u2019re done here.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother laughed bitterly. \u201cIf you walk out that door, don\u2019t bother coming back.\u201d<\/p>\n

I picked up our car keys.<\/p>\n

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

The next morning, while Sophie slept between us in a hotel bed, my phone rang.<\/p>\n

It was my mother.<\/p>\n

And she was crying.<\/p>\n

\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n

Part 2<\/h2>\n

I didn\u2019t answer the first call.<\/p>\n

Or the second.<\/p>\n

By the fifth, Emily touched my arm and whispered, \u201cMaybe something happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something had happened, but not the kind my mother expected me to fix.<\/p>\n

I stepped into the hotel hallway and answered.<\/p>\n

My mother was sobbing so hard I could barely understand her. \u201cDaniel, please. You need to come back.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

She cried harder. \u201cYour father\u2026 he heard everything after you left. Bethany kept talking. She said Emily deserved it. She said Sophie would be better off without that kind of bloodline.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach turned cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re calling me now because Dad heard it?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was silence.<\/p>\n

Then my mother whispered, \u201cI didn\u2019t mean for it to go that far.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou slapped my wife,\u201d I said. \u201cIn front of my daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe disrespected Bethany.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Mom. She survived Bethany.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother tried to speak, but I kept going because years of swallowed words were finally coming out.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmily has spent eight years trying to earn basic kindness from this family. She hosted birthdays, sent cards, visited when you were sick, helped Dad after his surgery, and never once asked you to love her background. She only asked you to treat her like a person.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s breathing shook. \u201cI was angry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were cruel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then she said the sentence that explained everything.<\/p>\n

\u201cBethany told me Emily was planning to keep Sophie away from us after Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n

I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n

There it was. Another lie. Another little match thrown onto my mother\u2019s pride.<\/p>\n

Bethany had been doing this for years. A whisper here, a fake concern there, always making Emily look ungrateful, dramatic, or manipulative. And my mother believed it because it was easier than admitting she had judged Emily from the start.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want from me?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to bring Sophie back. I want to apologize.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen write it down.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWrite an apology to Emily. Not to me. Not to Sophie. To Emily. Admit what you said. Admit what you did. Admit you were wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

She hesitated.<\/p>\n

That hesitation told me more than her tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t put family business in writing,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

I almost laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you\u2019re not sorry. You\u2019re scared.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before she could answer, I hung up.<\/p>\n

That afternoon, I drove to our house, packed more clothes, and told Emily we were spending Christmas week at a cabin two towns over. No family calls. No forced forgiveness. Just us.<\/p>\n

On the second night, Sophie asked, \u201cDid Grandma hate Mommy because of where she came from?\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily froze.<\/p>\n

I sat beside my daughter and said, \u201cGrandma was wrong. Mommy is not less than anyone. And nobody gets to hurt our family just because they\u2019re related to us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sophie nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

Then she asked, \u201cAre we still a family?\u201d<\/p>\n

I pulled both of them close.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re the only family that matters right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Part 3<\/h2>\n

By New Year\u2019s Day, my mother had sent six messages, each softer than the last.<\/p>\n

The first blamed Bethany. The second blamed stress. The third said she missed Sophie. The fourth said my father hadn\u2019t spoken to her in days. The fifth finally said, \u201cI shouldn\u2019t have hit Emily.\u201d<\/p>\n

But it still wasn\u2019t enough.<\/p>\n

An apology that avoids the wound is only decoration.<\/p>\n

So I replied with one message: \u201cEmily deserves a direct apology. Until then, we need space.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

My brother called next. \u201cYou\u2019re tearing the family apart over one bad moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

I said, \u201cNo. Mom tore it apart with her hand. You helped by staying silent.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t like that.<\/p>\n

Bethany sent a long text pretending to be confused. She claimed she had only wanted a peaceful Christmas. She said Emily was \u201csensitive.\u201d She said I was being manipulated.<\/p>\n

I blocked her before finishing the paragraph.<\/p>\n

For the first time in years, our house became quiet in a good way. Emily stopped flinching when my phone rang. Sophie stopped asking if Grandma was mad. We made pancakes for dinner one night, watched old movies, and let the Christmas tree stay up until mid-January because Sophie said the lights made the living room feel safe.<\/p>\n

Three weeks later, my mother mailed a handwritten letter.<\/p>\n

Not a perfect one. But a real one.<\/p>\n

She wrote that she had hated Emily\u2019s background because it reminded her of what she feared people would think of our family. She admitted Bethany had fed that prejudice, but she also admitted she had chosen to believe it. She wrote, \u201cI hit you because I thought being older and being his mother gave me power. It did not. It made me shameful.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily read the letter twice.<\/p>\n

Then she cried.<\/p>\n

Not because everything was fixed, but because for once, someone had named the truth.<\/p>\n

We did not rush back. We agreed to meet my parents in public, without Bethany. My mother apologized to Emily face-to-face in a quiet coffee shop while my father sat beside her, silent but ashamed.<\/p>\n

Emily accepted the apology.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t promise things would go back to normal.<\/p>\n

Because normal had been the problem.<\/p>\n

Months later, Sophie had a school art show. My parents came, sat in the back, behaved respectfully, and left without drama. That was the new arrangement: access earned through respect, not demanded through guilt.<\/p>\n

As for Bethany, she never apologized. She and my brother stopped hosting family dinners when people stopped pretending her cruelty was charm.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, choosing your spouse means disappointing the people who raised you. Sometimes, protecting your child means walking away from the table where you were taught to stay quiet.<\/p>\n

That Christmas, I lost the version of family I had spent years trying to preserve.<\/p>\n

But I saved the one I had built.<\/p>\n

And if you were in my place\u2014watching your mother humiliate your wife in front of your child\u2014would you argue at the table, or would you pack your bags and walk out for good?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

At Christmas dinner, my mother slapped my wife across the face in front of our seven-year-old daughter. The room went silent so fast I could hear the soft crackle of the fireplace behind us. My wife, Emily, stood beside the dining table with one hand on her cheek, her eyes wide with shock. Our daughter, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":56846,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56838","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\nAt Christmas dinner, I watched my mother slap my wife across the face and scream, **\u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d** My little girl started crying, and everyone waited for me to beg for peace. I didn\u2019t. I packed our bags, took my wife\u2019s hand, and left. The next morning, Mom called me sobbing\u2014but what she confessed came too late. - 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=56838\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"At Christmas dinner, I watched my mother slap my wife across the face and scream, **\u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d** My little girl started crying, and everyone waited for me to beg for peace. I didn\u2019t. I packed our bags, took my wife\u2019s hand, and left. The next morning, Mom called me sobbing\u2014but what she confessed came too late. - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"At Christmas dinner, my mother slapped my wife across the face in front of our seven-year-old daughter. The room went silent so fast I could hear the soft crackle of the fireplace behind us. My wife, Emily, stood beside the dining table with one hand on her cheek, her eyes wide with shock. Our daughter, […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-07-04T11:49:10+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Husband_protects_wife_from_mother_202607041847.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=\"7 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838\",\"name\":\"At Christmas dinner, I watched my mother slap my wife across the face and scream, **\u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d** My little girl started crying, and everyone waited for me to beg for peace. I didn\u2019t. I packed our bags, took my wife\u2019s hand, and left. The next morning, Mom called me sobbing\u2014but what she confessed came too late. - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Husband_protects_wife_from_mother_202607041847.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-07-04T11:49:10+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Husband_protects_wife_from_mother_202607041847.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Husband_protects_wife_from_mother_202607041847.jpeg\",\"width\":558,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"At Christmas dinner, I watched my mother slap my wife across the face and scream, **\u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d** My little girl started crying, and everyone waited for me to beg for peace. I didn\u2019t. I packed our bags, took my wife\u2019s hand, and left. The next morning, Mom called me sobbing\u2014but what she confessed came too late.\"}]},{\"@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":"At Christmas dinner, I watched my mother slap my wife across the face and scream, **\u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d** My little girl started crying, and everyone waited for me to beg for peace. I didn\u2019t. I packed our bags, took my wife\u2019s hand, and left. The next morning, Mom called me sobbing\u2014but what she confessed came too late. - 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=56838","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"At Christmas dinner, I watched my mother slap my wife across the face and scream, **\u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d** My little girl started crying, and everyone waited for me to beg for peace. I didn\u2019t. I packed our bags, took my wife\u2019s hand, and left. The next morning, Mom called me sobbing\u2014but what she confessed came too late. - True Stories","og_description":"At Christmas dinner, my mother slapped my wife across the face in front of our seven-year-old daughter. The room went silent so fast I could hear the soft crackle of the fireplace behind us. My wife, Emily, stood beside the dining table with one hand on her cheek, her eyes wide with shock. Our daughter, […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-07-04T11:49:10+00:00","og_image":[{"width":558,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Husband_protects_wife_from_mother_202607041847.jpeg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"true love","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"true love","Est. reading time":"7 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838","name":"At Christmas dinner, I watched my mother slap my wife across the face and scream, **\u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d** My little girl started crying, and everyone waited for me to beg for peace. I didn\u2019t. I packed our bags, took my wife\u2019s hand, and left. The next morning, Mom called me sobbing\u2014but what she confessed came too late. - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Husband_protects_wife_from_mother_202607041847.jpeg","datePublished":"2026-07-04T11:49:10+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Husband_protects_wife_from_mother_202607041847.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Husband_protects_wife_from_mother_202607041847.jpeg","width":558,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=56838#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"At Christmas dinner, I watched my mother slap my wife across the face and scream, **\u201cYou\u2019ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out!\u201d** My little girl started crying, and everyone waited for me to beg for peace. I didn\u2019t. I packed our bags, took my wife\u2019s hand, and left. The next morning, Mom called me sobbing\u2014but what she confessed came too late."}]},{"@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\/56838","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=56838"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56838\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56847,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56838\/revisions\/56847"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/56846"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=56838"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=56838"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=56838"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}