{"id":78505,"date":"2026-09-04T14:22:06","date_gmt":"2026-09-04T14:22:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505"},"modified":"2026-09-04T14:22:06","modified_gmt":"2026-09-04T14:22:06","slug":"my-son-and-his-wife-threw-me-through-a-glass-door-called-me-broke-and-useless-i-said-nothing-as-blood-ran-down-my-face-that-night-i-called-my-lawyer-and-activated-the-trust-fund-by-morning-their-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505","title":{"rendered":"My son and his wife threw me through a glass door, called me broke and useless. I said nothing as blood ran down my face. That night, I called my lawyer and activated the trust fund. By morning, their house was frozen, and my 21 million was untouchable."},"content":{"rendered":"

The first thing I heard was the glass exploding behind me. The second was my son saying, \u201cMaybe now you\u2019ll understand you don\u2019t belong here.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

I hit the stone patio shoulder-first, shards raining around me. A thin line of blood slid from my temple to my jaw. Through the broken frame stood Daniel, my only son, and his wife, Vanessa, both breathing hard as if throwing a sixty-four-year-old woman through a door had exhausted them more than it had hurt me.<\/p>\n

Vanessa folded her arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at you, Margaret. Broke, useless, and still acting like this house is yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

I said nothing.<\/p>\n

That was what enraged them most.<\/p>\n

For eight months, I had lived in the guest wing after selling what they believed was my modest condo. I cooked twice a week, picked up groceries, watched their dog, and listened while Vanessa made jokes about my \u201cretirement budget.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel had started joining in after his construction company began losing money.<\/p>\n

What neither of them knew was that I had sold the condo because I no longer needed it.<\/p>\n

My late husband, Thomas, had spent thirty-seven years building a commercial property portfolio through layered companies and trusts. When he died, the public probate file showed almost nothing.<\/p>\n

That was intentional.<\/p>\n

The real estate, investment accounts, and cash reserves\u2014just over twenty-one million dollars\u2014sat inside the Halbrook Family Trust, with me as controlling trustee.<\/p>\n

Daniel had a future interest.<\/p>\n

A future interest was not ownership.<\/p>\n

But six months earlier, after his bank rejected another business loan, he began asking strange questions.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad ever hide money offshore?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo trusts avoid creditors?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happens if you\u2019re declared incompetent?\u201d<\/p>\n

I had answered with shrugs.<\/p>\n

Then that afternoon, I found a folder on Daniel\u2019s desk labeled PETITION\u2014ADULT GUARDIANSHIP<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Inside were draft affidavits claiming I was confused, financially irresponsible, and unable to manage my affairs.<\/p>\n

Vanessa had even listed herself as proposed conservator.<\/p>\n

When I confronted them, Daniel\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou snooped.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou planned to have me declared incompetent.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should be grateful. We were going to manage what little you have left.\u201d<\/p>\n

I reached for my phone.<\/p>\n

Daniel grabbed my wrist.<\/p>\n

The argument moved toward the kitchen. Vanessa shoved me first.<\/p>\n

Daniel shoved me second.<\/p>\n

Then came the glass.<\/p>\n

Now, standing on the patio with blood in my eye, I finally spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you finished?\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel pointed toward the driveway.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet out.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded once.<\/p>\n

Twenty minutes later, from the back seat of a rideshare, I called my lawyer.<\/p>\n

\u201cElliot,\u201d I said, pressing a towel to my forehead, \u201cactivate the emergency trust provisions.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a pause.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll of them?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked back at the glowing windows of my son\u2019s house.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

PART 2<\/h2>\n

At 6:12 the next morning, Daniel called me twelve times.<\/p>\n

I let every call ring.<\/p>\n

At 6:40, Vanessa sent a message:<\/p>\n

WHAT DID YOU DO?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I smiled for the first time since hitting the patio.<\/p>\n

Elliot Crane had been Thomas\u2019s attorney for twenty-two years. He knew every clause in the Halbrook Family Trust because he had written most of them.<\/p>\n

One clause existed specifically for coercion by a beneficiary: if any beneficiary attempted to seize control of the trustee, obtain guardianship through fraud, or use violence to influence distributions, that beneficiary\u2019s access could be suspended pending independent review.<\/p>\n

Another clause allowed trust-owned collateral to be withdrawn from personal guarantees.<\/p>\n

Daniel\u2019s house had been purchased three years earlier with a loan partially secured by a trust investment account.<\/p>\n

Daniel told everyone he had bought it himself.<\/p>\n

He hadn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

The trust had also guaranteed a two-million-dollar business credit line for his construction company.<\/p>\n

By sunrise, both guarantees were revoked.<\/p>\n

The bank froze further draws and began an emergency risk review. Because Daniel\u2019s company was already violating debt-to-income covenants, the freeze hit instantly.<\/p>\n

His payroll account wasn\u2019t seized, but his available credit vanished.<\/p>\n

The house itself was not magically confiscated. Instead, the lender placed a legal hold on refinancing, sale proceeds, and new encumbrances while it examined the guarantee withdrawal and Daniel\u2019s financial disclosures.<\/p>\n

That was enough to create panic.<\/p>\n

At 8:05, Daniel finally left a voicemail.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, whatever you think happened, Vanessa slipped. We can fix this.\u201d<\/p>\n

At 8:11, another.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re overreacting.\u201d<\/p>\n

At 8:27, his tone changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you damage my company, I swear to God\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

I saved that one.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, I sat in Elliot\u2019s office with six stitches above my eyebrow while a retired judge named Helen Marr reviewed the guardianship folder Daniel had prepared.<\/p>\n

She looked up sharply.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe used your neurologist\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have a neurologist.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n

The attached medical letter was fake.<\/p>\n

That mistake turned a family betrayal into potential fraud.<\/p>\n

Elliot slid another document toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n

For three months, Daniel had been submitting financial statements to the bank listing an expected seven-million-dollar inheritance as a near-term asset.<\/p>\n

I stared at the page.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe counted money he never owned?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe counted money he might never receive.\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed.<\/p>\n

Thomas had known our son\u2019s weakness long before I wanted to admit it.<\/p>\n

Years earlier, after Daniel nearly bankrupted a smaller company, Thomas had amended the trust so Daniel could receive distributions only at the trustee\u2019s discretion until age fifty-five.<\/p>\n

Daniel was forty-one.<\/p>\n

Vanessa thought I was a broke widow sleeping in her guest room.<\/p>\n

Daniel thought I was the last obstacle between him and an inheritance.<\/p>\n

Neither understood that I was the obstacle because I controlled every decision.<\/p>\n

At noon, I agreed to meet them.<\/p>\n

Not at their house.<\/p>\n

At the bank.<\/p>\n

And I asked Elliot to bring copies of everything.<\/p>\n

PART 3<\/h2>\n

Daniel arrived twenty minutes late, furious and pale. Vanessa came behind him, her confidence already beginning to crack.<\/p>\n

We met in a private conference room with Elliot, the bank\u2019s risk officer, and an investigator.<\/p>\n

Daniel stopped at the doorway.<\/p>\n

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

I sat at the head of the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe conversation you wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa pointed at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s unstable. Look what she\u2019s doing to her own son.\u201d<\/p>\n

The investigator opened a folder.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Halbrook, did you prepare an adult guardianship petition concerning Margaret Halbrook?\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa\u2019s mouth closed.<\/p>\n

Daniel turned to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t answer.\u201d<\/p>\n

The investigator continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid either of you create a medical letter using Dr. Samuel Perez\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence.<\/p>\n

Then Elliot slid photographs across the table: the shattered door, my blood on the patio, bruises on my shoulder, and the emergency-room report.<\/p>\n

Daniel\u2019s anger flickered into fear.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, tell them it was an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

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

That one word broke him more effectively than shouting ever could.<\/p>\n

The bank officer spoke next.<\/p>\n

Daniel\u2019s company credit line was formally suspended. A forensic review had identified inflated receivables. His company had thirty days to cure the violations or face accelerated repayment.<\/p>\n

Then Elliot handed Daniel a notice.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour beneficiary suspension,\u201d I said. \u201cYou tried to have me declared incompetent. Under your father\u2019s trust, that triggers review.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa stared at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour father\u2019s trust?\u201d<\/p>\n

I met her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy trust.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her face changed.<\/p>\n

I told them the number once.<\/p>\n

\u201cTwenty-one million, three hundred thousand dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa went white.<\/p>\n

Daniel looked as if someone had emptied the room of oxygen.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said you were broke.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. You said I was.\u201d<\/p>\n

He leaned forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m your son.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were my son when you grabbed my wrist. You were my son when you watched your wife shove me. You were my son when you pushed me through glass.\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice cracked.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019re cutting me off?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m protecting myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time, Vanessa understood what they had done.<\/p>\n

They hadn\u2019t assaulted a helpless widow standing between them and a few thousand dollars.<\/p>\n

They had attacked the one person who controlled the fortune they had already started spending in their heads.<\/p>\n

The criminal case took four months.<\/p>\n

Vanessa accepted a plea involving fraud and assault. Daniel pleaded to assault and attempted financial exploitation.<\/p>\n

He avoided prison but received probation, restitution, and a felony record that destroyed access to several licensed contracts.<\/p>\n

His company collapsed soon after.<\/p>\n

The house was sold under lender pressure.<\/p>\n

Six months later, I moved into a sunlit townhouse overlooking a river.<\/p>\n

I created a scholarship fund in Thomas\u2019s name for older women rebuilding after family coercion.<\/p>\n

Daniel wrote twice.<\/p>\n

I answered once.<\/p>\n

I told him forgiveness might come someday, but access to me, my money, or my decisions would never again be mistaken for a birthright.<\/p>\n

On quiet mornings, sunlight crosses the small scar above my eyebrow.<\/p>\n

I no longer hide it.<\/p>\n

It reminds me of the night they thought they had thrown away a powerless old woman.<\/p>\n

What they actually threw away was their last claim on my mercy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The first thing I heard was the glass exploding behind me. The second was my son saying, \u201cMaybe now you\u2019ll understand you don\u2019t belong here.\u201d I hit the stone patio shoulder-first, shards raining around me. A thin line of blood slid from my temple to my jaw. Through the broken frame stood Daniel, my only […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":78506,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-78505","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-life-new"],"yoast_head":"\nMy son and his wife threw me through a glass door, called me broke and useless. I said nothing as blood ran down my face. That night, I called my lawyer and activated the trust fund. By morning, their house was frozen, and my 21 million was untouchable. - 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=78505\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"My son and his wife threw me through a glass door, called me broke and useless. I said nothing as blood ran down my face. That night, I called my lawyer and activated the trust fund. By morning, their house was frozen, and my 21 million was untouchable. - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"The first thing I heard was the glass exploding behind me. The second was my son saying, \u201cMaybe now you\u2019ll understand you don\u2019t belong here.\u201d I hit the stone patio shoulder-first, shards raining around me. A thin line of blood slid from my temple to my jaw. Through the broken frame stood Daniel, my only […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-09-04T14:22:06+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/7d324517-ca50-4d56-acbe-297a27112d64.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=78505\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505\",\"name\":\"My son and his wife threw me through a glass door, called me broke and useless. I said nothing as blood ran down my face. That night, I called my lawyer and activated the trust fund. By morning, their house was frozen, and my 21 million was untouchable. - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/7d324517-ca50-4d56-acbe-297a27112d64.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-09-04T14:22:06+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/7d324517-ca50-4d56-acbe-297a27112d64.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/7d324517-ca50-4d56-acbe-297a27112d64.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"My son and his wife threw me through a glass door, called me broke and useless. I said nothing as blood ran down my face. That night, I called my lawyer and activated the trust fund. By morning, their house was frozen, and my 21 million was untouchable.\"}]},{\"@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 son and his wife threw me through a glass door, called me broke and useless. I said nothing as blood ran down my face. That night, I called my lawyer and activated the trust fund. By morning, their house was frozen, and my 21 million was untouchable. - 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=78505","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"My son and his wife threw me through a glass door, called me broke and useless. I said nothing as blood ran down my face. That night, I called my lawyer and activated the trust fund. By morning, their house was frozen, and my 21 million was untouchable. - True Stories","og_description":"The first thing I heard was the glass exploding behind me. The second was my son saying, \u201cMaybe now you\u2019ll understand you don\u2019t belong here.\u201d I hit the stone patio shoulder-first, shards raining around me. A thin line of blood slid from my temple to my jaw. Through the broken frame stood Daniel, my only […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-09-04T14:22:06+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/7d324517-ca50-4d56-acbe-297a27112d64.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=78505","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505","name":"My son and his wife threw me through a glass door, called me broke and useless. I said nothing as blood ran down my face. That night, I called my lawyer and activated the trust fund. By morning, their house was frozen, and my 21 million was untouchable. - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/7d324517-ca50-4d56-acbe-297a27112d64.jpg","datePublished":"2026-09-04T14:22:06+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/7d324517-ca50-4d56-acbe-297a27112d64.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/7d324517-ca50-4d56-acbe-297a27112d64.jpg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=78505#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"My son and his wife threw me through a glass door, called me broke and useless. I said nothing as blood ran down my face. That night, I called my lawyer and activated the trust fund. By morning, their house was frozen, and my 21 million was untouchable."}]},{"@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\/78505","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=78505"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78505\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":78507,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78505\/revisions\/78507"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/78506"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=78505"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=78505"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=78505"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}