{"id":8741,"date":"2026-03-17T04:18:07","date_gmt":"2026-03-17T04:18:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741"},"modified":"2026-03-17T04:18:07","modified_gmt":"2026-03-17T04:18:07","slug":"the-moment-my-mother-raised-a-baseball-bat-and-shouted-get-out-of-that-room-it-belongs-to-your-sister-now-i-realized-something-none-of-them-knew-my-shoulder-burned-where-the-bat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741","title":{"rendered":"The moment my mother raised a baseball bat and shouted, \u201cGet out of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d I realized something none of them knew. My shoulder burned where the bat hit, my sister stood there smirking, and my father stared at the floor. They thought they had just thrown me out of my own bedroom\u2026 but they had no idea the house was legally mine. What happened next destroyed my family forever."},"content":{"rendered":"

My name is Laura Bennett. I\u2019m thirty-one years old, and for most of my life my family believed I was the least successful person in the house. I ran an online app business from my bedroom, which to them looked like \u201cplaying games on a computer.\u201d While my parents worked long hours, I handled everything else\u2014groceries, cooking, laundry, cleaning. Somehow that only reinforced their belief that I had nothing better to do.<\/p>\n

The only person who ever treated my work seriously was my grandfather, Frank. When I was fifteen, he gave me my first real computer and said something that stayed with me for years: \u201cBuild something that belongs to you.\u201d<\/em> I took that advice seriously. By my late twenties my small app business was quietly profitable, though my family still mocked it.<\/p>\n

Three years ago my older sister Mary married James, a doctor. After the wedding she practically disappeared from our lives. No visits, no calls. Then suddenly, one Thursday afternoon, she walked through the front door like she still owned the place.<\/p>\n

She looked polished and confident, dressed in designer clothes, smiling like she was doing us a favor just by showing up.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Laura,\u201d she said when she saw me in the kitchen. \u201cYou\u2019re still living here?\u201d<\/p>\n

I ignored the tone and tried to be polite. I asked about her baby, about married life. She barely answered. Instead, she wandered around the house, opening doors and inspecting rooms like a real estate agent. She paused at the remodeled bathroom I had paid for when Grandpa\u2019s arthritis made stairs difficult. She even tested the kitchen appliances.<\/p>\n

Something about it made my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n

The next morning Mom told me to deep-clean the house and cook a big dinner. \u201cMary and James are coming back Thursday,\u201d she said. \u201cThey have something important to discuss.\u201d<\/p>\n

By the time they arrived, the tension in the room was thick. During dinner Mary bragged about her lifestyle and joked about how \u201cuseful\u201d I was since I \u201csat around at home all day.\u201d My father stayed silent, staring at his phone.<\/p>\n

After we finished eating, Mom suddenly said, \u201cSit down, Laura. We\u2019re not done.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mary folded her hands calmly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve decided something,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

Then she looked straight at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to give up the master bedroom. James and I are moving in.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a moment I thought I had misheard her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMoving in?\u201d I asked slowly. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mary spoke like she was explaining something obvious. \u201cJames is starting work at a hospital nearby. We need a place to stay, and the master bedroom is the only room big enough for us and the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s my room,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Mary smiled thinly. \u201cYou don\u2019t need it. You\u2019re not married. You don\u2019t have kids. Honestly, what do you even do all day besides hide behind your computer?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI work,\u201d I replied, feeling anger rise in my chest. \u201cAnd I\u2019m not giving up my room.\u201d<\/p>\n

The air in the dining room changed instantly.<\/p>\n

Mom pushed her chair back so hard it scraped the floor. In the corner of the room leaned an old baseball bat my dad kept \u201cjust in case.\u201d Before I realized what she was doing, Mom grabbed it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou will do what I say,\u201d she snapped.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, put that down.\u201d<\/p>\n

Instead, she swung.<\/p>\n

The bat struck my shoulder, sending a flash of pain down my arm. I staggered backward in disbelief. Mary didn\u2019t even try to stop her. She simply watched.<\/p>\n

Mom shoved me toward the hallway. \u201cOut of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d<\/p>\n

Something inside me went completely calm.<\/p>\n

They had just crossed a line none of them understood.<\/p>\n

Because the truth was something they had never bothered to ask about.<\/p>\n

The house didn\u2019t belong to them.<\/p>\n

After a sleepless night and a visit to urgent care, I photographed the bruise and filed a police report documenting the assault. I didn\u2019t ask for my mother to be arrested\u2014I only needed the record.<\/p>\n

Then I opened a folder my grandfather had once insisted I keep safe.<\/p>\n

Inside was the deed.<\/p>\n

Years earlier, when Grandpa\u2019s health declined, he quietly transferred ownership of the house to me. At the time I thought he was simply protecting my future.<\/p>\n

Now I realized he had given me power my family never expected.<\/p>\n

I hired movers that same afternoon.<\/p>\n

While my parents were at work and Mary was out, we packed everything I had purchased with my own money\u2014the refrigerator, washer, dryer, microwave, vacuum, cookware, even my mattress. The house emptied quickly.<\/p>\n

Before leaving, I canceled the utilities in my name and placed a letter on the dining table.<\/p>\n

I am no longer living here.<\/em>
Everything removed today belongs to me.<\/em>
This property is legally titled in my name. You will soon receive formal notice to vacate.<\/em><\/p>\n

That evening my phone exploded with calls.<\/p>\n

Mom screamed that I had stolen from them.<\/p>\n

Mary demanded explanations.<\/p>\n

I listened quietly before saying the one thing they had never expected to hear from me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not in charge anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

Two days later my attorney delivered the official notice requiring them to leave the property.<\/p>\n

That was when the story they had been telling everyone began to collapse.<\/p>\n

Mary called me first. Her voice was suddenly soft, almost friendly.<\/p>\n

\u201cLaura, we\u2019re family,\u201d she said. \u201cWe shouldn\u2019t fight like this. Maybe we overreacted.\u201d<\/p>\n

I remembered the bat and the bruise still fading on my shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou called me a parasite,\u201d I replied calmly. \u201cAnd you watched Mom hit me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her tone changed immediately.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d she snapped. \u201cThere are complications. James lost his job.\u201d<\/p>\n

I already knew. A friend who worked in hospital administration had quietly told me the truth: James had been fired after an affair with a nurse turned into a serious complaint. The \u201cnew hospital job\u201d story had been an excuse to move into my house while their finances collapsed.<\/p>\n

Mary finally admitted it.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have debts,\u201d she said. \u201cThere\u2019s a lawsuit. Dad left Mom, and she\u2019s falling apart. Laura\u2026 you still have Grandpa\u2019s money, right? You can help.\u201d<\/p>\n

For most of my life I would have said yes automatically.<\/p>\n

Instead I opened the email from my realtor and signed the first page of the listing contract.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cWhat do you mean no<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m selling the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

The silence on the line was almost satisfying.<\/p>\n

Over the next few weeks my family tried everything\u2014guilt, anger, rumors to neighbors\u2014but legally they had no ground to stand on. The property was in my name, and the sale moved forward quickly.<\/p>\n

By closing day, my parents had separated, Mary and James were moving into a small apartment they could barely afford, and the house that once held every painful memory of my childhood belonged to someone else.<\/p>\n

People often ask if I regret it.<\/p>\n

The truth is, the day I signed those papers was the quietest my mind had ever felt.<\/p>\n

Now I live in a small apartment filled only with things I chose. My business is growing, I\u2019ve hired my first employee, and for the first time in my life my days are not controlled by someone else\u2019s expectations.<\/p>\n

Grandpa once told me to build something that belonged to me.<\/p>\n

I finally understand what he meant.<\/p>\n

And sometimes I still think about that night at the dinner table\u2014the moment my sister demanded my room like it was already hers.<\/p>\n

If you had been in my place, what would you have done?<\/p>\n

Would you have forgiven them\u2026 or walked away like I did?<\/p>\n

I\u2019d genuinely love to hear your thoughts and experiences, so feel free to share your story and join the conversation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My name is Laura Bennett. I\u2019m thirty-one years old, and for most of my life my family believed I was the least successful person in the house. I ran an online app business from my bedroom, which to them looked like \u201cplaying games on a computer.\u201d While my parents worked long hours, I handled everything […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":8740,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8741","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\nThe moment my mother raised a baseball bat and shouted, \u201cGet out of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d I realized something none of them knew. My shoulder burned where the bat hit, my sister stood there smirking, and my father stared at the floor. They thought they had just thrown me out of my own bedroom\u2026 but they had no idea the house was legally mine. What happened next destroyed my family forever. - 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=8741\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"The moment my mother raised a baseball bat and shouted, \u201cGet out of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d I realized something none of them knew. My shoulder burned where the bat hit, my sister stood there smirking, and my father stared at the floor. They thought they had just thrown me out of my own bedroom\u2026 but they had no idea the house was legally mine. What happened next destroyed my family forever. - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"My name is Laura Bennett. I\u2019m thirty-one years old, and for most of my life my family believed I was the least successful person in the house. I ran an online app business from my bedroom, which to them looked like \u201cplaying games on a computer.\u201d While my parents worked long hours, I handled everything […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-03-17T04:18:07+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/A_dramatic_aftermath_scene_inside_an_american_subu_delpmaspu.jpg\" \/>\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=8741\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741\",\"name\":\"The moment my mother raised a baseball bat and shouted, \u201cGet out of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d I realized something none of them knew. My shoulder burned where the bat hit, my sister stood there smirking, and my father stared at the floor. They thought they had just thrown me out of my own bedroom\u2026 but they had no idea the house was legally mine. What happened next destroyed my family forever. - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/A_dramatic_aftermath_scene_inside_an_american_subu_delpmaspu.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-03-17T04:18:07+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/A_dramatic_aftermath_scene_inside_an_american_subu_delpmaspu.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/A_dramatic_aftermath_scene_inside_an_american_subu_delpmaspu.jpg\",\"width\":558,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"The moment my mother raised a baseball bat and shouted, \u201cGet out of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d I realized something none of them knew. My shoulder burned where the bat hit, my sister stood there smirking, and my father stared at the floor. They thought they had just thrown me out of my own bedroom\u2026 but they had no idea the house was legally mine. What happened next destroyed my family forever.\"}]},{\"@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 moment my mother raised a baseball bat and shouted, \u201cGet out of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d I realized something none of them knew. My shoulder burned where the bat hit, my sister stood there smirking, and my father stared at the floor. They thought they had just thrown me out of my own bedroom\u2026 but they had no idea the house was legally mine. What happened next destroyed my family forever. - 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=8741","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"The moment my mother raised a baseball bat and shouted, \u201cGet out of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d I realized something none of them knew. My shoulder burned where the bat hit, my sister stood there smirking, and my father stared at the floor. They thought they had just thrown me out of my own bedroom\u2026 but they had no idea the house was legally mine. What happened next destroyed my family forever. - True Stories","og_description":"My name is Laura Bennett. I\u2019m thirty-one years old, and for most of my life my family believed I was the least successful person in the house. I ran an online app business from my bedroom, which to them looked like \u201cplaying games on a computer.\u201d While my parents worked long hours, I handled everything […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-03-17T04:18:07+00:00","og_image":[{"width":558,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/A_dramatic_aftermath_scene_inside_an_american_subu_delpmaspu.jpg","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=8741","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741","name":"The moment my mother raised a baseball bat and shouted, \u201cGet out of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d I realized something none of them knew. My shoulder burned where the bat hit, my sister stood there smirking, and my father stared at the floor. They thought they had just thrown me out of my own bedroom\u2026 but they had no idea the house was legally mine. What happened next destroyed my family forever. - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/A_dramatic_aftermath_scene_inside_an_american_subu_delpmaspu.jpg","datePublished":"2026-03-17T04:18:07+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/A_dramatic_aftermath_scene_inside_an_american_subu_delpmaspu.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/A_dramatic_aftermath_scene_inside_an_american_subu_delpmaspu.jpg","width":558,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=8741#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"The moment my mother raised a baseball bat and shouted, \u201cGet out of that room! It belongs to your sister now!\u201d I realized something none of them knew. My shoulder burned where the bat hit, my sister stood there smirking, and my father stared at the floor. They thought they had just thrown me out of my own bedroom\u2026 but they had no idea the house was legally mine. What happened next destroyed my family forever."}]},{"@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\/8741","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=8741"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8741\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8742,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8741\/revisions\/8742"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8740"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8741"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8741"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8741"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}