{"id":63437,"date":"2026-07-19T12:18:30","date_gmt":"2026-07-19T12:18:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437"},"modified":"2026-07-19T12:18:30","modified_gmt":"2026-07-19T12:18:30","slug":"the-night-before-my-wedding-my-mother-in-law-sliced-my-18500-gown-to-pieces-and-texted-know-your-place-the-next-morning-i-walked-down-the-aisle-wearing-the-ruined-dress-my-hea-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437","title":{"rendered":"The night before my wedding, my mother-in-law sliced my $18,500 gown to pieces and texted, \u201cKnow your place.\u201d The next morning, I walked down the aisle wearing the ruined dress, my head held high. When she smirked, I took the microphone and exposed her fraud, blackmail, and stolen money before every guest. Minutes later, police entered the chapel\u2014while her son handed me the keys to the house she thought she owned."},"content":{"rendered":"

The first thing I saw was ivory silk scattered across the hotel suite like dead birds. The second was the message glowing on my phone: Know your place.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My wedding gown had cost $18,500, not because I was vain, but because my late grandmother had left me the money with one instruction: \u201cWear something that makes you remember you survived.\u201d She had raised me after my father disappeared, teaching me that dignity was not silence. It was the courage to stand still while cruel people revealed themselves completely in public.<\/p>\n

Now the bodice had been slashed open. The train was cut into ribbons. Pearls rolled beneath the dressing table.<\/p>\n

My maid of honor, Tessa, covered her mouth. \u201cClaire\u2026 who did this?\u201d<\/p>\n

I already knew.<\/p>\n

Vivian Mercer, my future mother-in-law, had spent two years reminding me that I was \u201ctemporary.\u201d She called me a secretary even after learning I was a forensic accountant. She corrected my posture, mocked my divorced parents, and once asked Ethan whether he was sure he wanted to \u201cmarry below the family line.\u201d<\/p>\n

I showed Tessa the text.<\/p>\n

She whispered, \u201cCall the police.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

My voice sounded strange\u2014calm, almost cold.<\/p>\n

Vivian believed she had destroyed a dress. What she had actually done was confirm intent.<\/p>\n

For three months, I had been reviewing the Mercer Foundation\u2019s books after a donor asked why scholarship payments were delayed. Vivian chaired the foundation. She also controlled the family trust, managed rental income from six properties, and treated every account like her private purse.<\/p>\n

I had found forged invoices, payments to shell companies, and withdrawals disguised as \u201ccommunity outreach.\u201d Nearly $2.4 million had vanished.<\/p>\n

Then the blackmail messages began.<\/p>\n

Anonymous screenshots. Threats to expose Ethan\u2019s father\u2019s old gambling addiction. Threats to ruin the wedding. Threats warning donors to stay silent.<\/p>\n

I traced the language, timing, and payment demands to Vivian\u2019s private assistant. The assistant had broken down yesterday and given my attorney a recorded statement.<\/p>\n

Still, I had hoped Vivian would stop before crossing one final line.<\/p>\n

She had not.<\/p>\n

Ethan entered the suite, saw the gown, and went white.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother?\u201d<\/p>\n

I handed him the phone.<\/p>\n

His jaw tightened. \u201cI\u2019ll cancel the wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cClaire, she attacked you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe attacked fabric,\u201d I said. \u201cTomorrow, she answers for everything else.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at me. \u201cWhat are you planning?\u201d<\/p>\n

I lifted the ruined gown from the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to wear it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tessa blinked. Ethan looked horrified.<\/p>\n

I held the torn silk against my body and met my reflection.<\/p>\n

Vivian wanted me ashamed. She wanted me hidden. She wanted me to disappear before anyone looked closely at her.<\/p>\n

Instead, I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet her see exactly what she failed to destroy.\u201d<\/p>\n

PART 2<\/h2>\n

At nine the next morning, the chapel bells rang.<\/p>\n

Vivian arrived in silver satin, surrounded by donors, politicians, and women who copied her laugh because they feared her influence. She paused when she saw me at the chapel doors.<\/p>\n

The ruined gown had been carefully pressed, but not repaired. The slashes remained visible across the skirt and train. Tessa had secured the loose panels with clear stitches so I could walk without falling.<\/p>\n

Vivian\u2019s smirk was immediate.<\/p>\n

She leaned close as the organ began. \u201cHow brave. Or perhaps you simply couldn\u2019t afford another.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, Vivian.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was all I gave her.<\/p>\n

She expected tears. Anger. A public scene she could twist into proof that I was unstable. Instead, I walked toward Ethan with my shoulders straight while three hundred guests stared at the cuts in my dress.<\/p>\n

At the altar, Ethan took my hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d he murmured.<\/p>\n

\u201cCompletely.\u201d<\/p>\n

The ceremony began.<\/p>\n

Vivian sat in the first pew like a queen attending an execution. She did not know that two detectives waited in an unmarked car behind the chapel. She did not know that the foundation\u2019s bank had frozen four accounts at dawn. She did not know the district attorney had received the assistant\u2019s recording, my audit, security footage from the hotel corridor, and a copy of her text.<\/p>\n

Most importantly, she did not know Ethan had finally opened the locked box his father left before his death.<\/p>\n

Inside was the original deed to Ashbourne House, the Mercer estate Vivian had occupied for twelve years. The deed had never belonged to her. Ethan\u2019s father had transferred the property into an irrevocable trust naming Ethan as sole beneficiary, with ownership passing fully to him on his wedding day.<\/p>\n

Vivian had hidden the documents and collected rent from the guest cottages as though she owned them.<\/p>\n

She had targeted the wrong bride.<\/p>\n

I was not marrying Ethan for rescue, money, or status. I had built my own career investigating financial crimes for federal contractors. I knew how arrogance corrupted records. I knew stolen money always left fingerprints.<\/p>\n

When the minister asked whether anyone objected, Vivian shifted in her seat.<\/p>\n

For one electric second, I thought she might stand.<\/p>\n

Instead, she smiled sweetly and remained silent.<\/p>\n

She believed silence meant victory.<\/p>\n

Ethan and I exchanged vows. His voice cracked when he promised to choose truth over blood, even when truth hurt.<\/p>\n

Then the minister introduced us as husband and wife.<\/p>\n

Applause filled the chapel.<\/p>\n

Vivian rose first, performing pride for the crowd. She approached with open arms and whispered through her smile, \u201cAfter the photographs, you will change. I will not have that embarrassment at my reception.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at the torn gown, then at her flawless face.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe reception can wait.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned toward the minister\u2019s microphone.<\/p>\n

Vivian\u2019s smile faltered.<\/p>\n

\u201cClaire,\u201d she hissed. \u201cDon\u2019t make a spectacle of yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

I lifted the microphone.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Vivian,\u201d I said, loud enough for every guest to hear. \u201cToday, the spectacle is yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

PART 3<\/h2>\n

The chapel went silent enough to hear Vivian\u2019s bracelet strike the pew.<\/p>\n

I faced the guests.<\/p>\n

\u201cLast night, someone entered my suite and cut apart the wedding gown my grandmother bought me. Then she ordered me to know my place.\u201d<\/p>\n

I held up my phone. The screen displayed Vivian\u2019s text, followed by hotel footage of her entering my floor with scissors beneath her coat.<\/p>\n

Vivian laughed sharply. \u201cA ridiculous misunderstanding.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen let\u2019s discuss the foundation.\u201d<\/p>\n

The screen changed.<\/p>\n

Invoices. Bank transfers. Shell companies. A timeline showing scholarship funds flowing into accounts controlled by Vivian\u2019s assistant, then returning to Vivian through consulting payments and renovations.<\/p>\n

A donor stood. \u201cThat is our money.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vivian\u2019s face hardened. \u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n

I continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor four years, Vivian Mercer diverted $2.4 million from scholarships, medical grants, and housing programs. When employees questioned her, she blackmailed them with private information obtained through illegal access to foundation records.\u201d<\/p>\n

The assistant\u2019s recorded voice filled the chapel.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe told me to send the threats. She said nobody would challenge her because she owned the board, the house, and the family.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gasps erupted.<\/p>\n

Vivian lunged for the microphone, but Ethan stepped between us.<\/p>\n

\u201cEnough, Mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her expression hardened.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou ungrateful fool. Everything you have came from me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ethan removed a brass key ring from his jacket.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Everything you used came from Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n

He placed the keys in my palm.<\/p>\n

\u201cAshbourne House transferred to me this morning under the trust. I\u2019m transferring management rights to us jointly. The locks are being changed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vivian stared at the keys.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t remove me from my own home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was never yours,\u201d Ethan said.<\/p>\n

The chapel doors opened.<\/p>\n

Two detectives entered.<\/p>\n

Vivian backed toward the altar. \u201cClaire, tell them this is a family dispute.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at the woman who had spent years teaching me to shrink.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. This is fraud, theft, blackmail, unlawful access, and criminal damage.\u201d<\/p>\n

One detective read her rights.<\/p>\n

She screamed when they cuffed her. She called Ethan weak, the donors traitors, and me a gold-digging nobody. No one moved to help her.<\/p>\n

As officers led her past me, the ruined train brushed her silver shoes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told me to know my place,\u201d I said. \u201cI do. It is nowhere beneath you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Six months later, Vivian pleaded guilty to fraud, blackmail, and embezzlement. She received seven years in prison and was ordered to repay the foundation. Her name disappeared from every building she had funded with stolen money.<\/p>\n

Ethan and I sold Ashbourne House. We restored the missing scholarships and converted the largest guest cottage into a legal and financial clinic for abuse victims.<\/p>\n

I kept the gown.<\/p>\n

It hangs framed in my office, every cut visible\u2014not as proof that Vivian ruined my wedding, but as proof she completely failed.<\/p>\n

On our first anniversary, Ethan asked whether I regretted wearing it.<\/p>\n

I looked through the clinic window at women reclaiming accounts, homes, and futures.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot for a second,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

The dress had been destroyed.<\/p>\n

I had not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The first thing I saw was ivory silk scattered across the hotel suite like dead birds. The second was the message glowing on my phone: Know your place. My wedding gown had cost $18,500, not because I was vain, but because my late grandmother had left me the money with one instruction: \u201cWear something that […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":63438,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63437","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-life-new"],"yoast_head":"\nThe night before my wedding, my mother-in-law sliced my $18,500 gown to pieces and texted, \u201cKnow your place.\u201d The next morning, I walked down the aisle wearing the ruined dress, my head held high. When she smirked, I took the microphone and exposed her fraud, blackmail, and stolen money before every guest. Minutes later, police entered the chapel\u2014while her son handed me the keys to the house she thought she owned. - 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=63437\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"The night before my wedding, my mother-in-law sliced my $18,500 gown to pieces and texted, \u201cKnow your place.\u201d The next morning, I walked down the aisle wearing the ruined dress, my head held high. When she smirked, I took the microphone and exposed her fraud, blackmail, and stolen money before every guest. Minutes later, police entered the chapel\u2014while her son handed me the keys to the house she thought she owned. - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"The first thing I saw was ivory silk scattered across the hotel suite like dead birds. The second was the message glowing on my phone: Know your place. My wedding gown had cost $18,500, not because I was vain, but because my late grandmother had left me the money with one instruction: \u201cWear something that […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-07-19T12:18:30+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/b0bea44e-7c8d-4dfe-8077-c4c608bd507d.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1000\" \/>\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=63437\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437\",\"name\":\"The night before my wedding, my mother-in-law sliced my $18,500 gown to pieces and texted, \u201cKnow your place.\u201d The next morning, I walked down the aisle wearing the ruined dress, my head held high. When she smirked, I took the microphone and exposed her fraud, blackmail, and stolen money before every guest. Minutes later, police entered the chapel\u2014while her son handed me the keys to the house she thought she owned. - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/b0bea44e-7c8d-4dfe-8077-c4c608bd507d.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-07-19T12:18:30+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/b0bea44e-7c8d-4dfe-8077-c4c608bd507d.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/b0bea44e-7c8d-4dfe-8077-c4c608bd507d.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"The night before my wedding, my mother-in-law sliced my $18,500 gown to pieces and texted, \u201cKnow your place.\u201d The next morning, I walked down the aisle wearing the ruined dress, my head held high. When she smirked, I took the microphone and exposed her fraud, blackmail, and stolen money before every guest. Minutes later, police entered the chapel\u2014while her son handed me the keys to the house she thought she owned.\"}]},{\"@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":"The night before my wedding, my mother-in-law sliced my $18,500 gown to pieces and texted, \u201cKnow your place.\u201d The next morning, I walked down the aisle wearing the ruined dress, my head held high. When she smirked, I took the microphone and exposed her fraud, blackmail, and stolen money before every guest. Minutes later, police entered the chapel\u2014while her son handed me the keys to the house she thought she owned. - 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=63437","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"The night before my wedding, my mother-in-law sliced my $18,500 gown to pieces and texted, \u201cKnow your place.\u201d The next morning, I walked down the aisle wearing the ruined dress, my head held high. When she smirked, I took the microphone and exposed her fraud, blackmail, and stolen money before every guest. Minutes later, police entered the chapel\u2014while her son handed me the keys to the house she thought she owned. - True Stories","og_description":"The first thing I saw was ivory silk scattered across the hotel suite like dead birds. The second was the message glowing on my phone: Know your place. My wedding gown had cost $18,500, not because I was vain, but because my late grandmother had left me the money with one instruction: \u201cWear something that […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-07-19T12:18:30+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/b0bea44e-7c8d-4dfe-8077-c4c608bd507d.jpg","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=63437","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437","name":"The night before my wedding, my mother-in-law sliced my $18,500 gown to pieces and texted, \u201cKnow your place.\u201d The next morning, I walked down the aisle wearing the ruined dress, my head held high. When she smirked, I took the microphone and exposed her fraud, blackmail, and stolen money before every guest. Minutes later, police entered the chapel\u2014while her son handed me the keys to the house she thought she owned. - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/b0bea44e-7c8d-4dfe-8077-c4c608bd507d.jpg","datePublished":"2026-07-19T12:18:30+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/b0bea44e-7c8d-4dfe-8077-c4c608bd507d.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/b0bea44e-7c8d-4dfe-8077-c4c608bd507d.jpg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=63437#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"The night before my wedding, my mother-in-law sliced my $18,500 gown to pieces and texted, \u201cKnow your place.\u201d The next morning, I walked down the aisle wearing the ruined dress, my head held high. When she smirked, I took the microphone and exposed her fraud, blackmail, and stolen money before every guest. Minutes later, police entered the chapel\u2014while her son handed me the keys to the house she thought she owned."}]},{"@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\/63437","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=63437"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63437\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":63440,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63437\/revisions\/63440"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/63438"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=63437"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=63437"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=63437"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}