Our twenty-third wedding anniversary arrived on a Tuesday.<\/p>\n
That felt almost cruelly appropriate.<\/p>\n
Tuesdays had once belonged to Nashville.<\/p>\n
To hospital hallways.<\/p>\n
To lies about work.<\/p>\n
To Jeremy leaving before sunrise and returning after dark with disinfectant on his clothes.<\/p>\n
Now this Tuesday began with coffee.<\/p>\n
Jeremy was already awake when I came into the kitchen.<\/p>\n
He had not decorated.<\/p>\n
No flowers.<\/p>\n
No card propped against my mug.<\/p>\n
I noticed.<\/p>\n
He noticed me noticing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know whether anniversary things would feel like pressure.\u201d<\/p>\n
I poured coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood instinct.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlso good.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHappy anniversary?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHappy anniversary.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was all.<\/p>\n
I liked it.<\/p>\n
At breakfast, he said, \u201cTherapy at eleven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I have a job estimate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo Nashville.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
He winced.<\/p>\n
\u201cToo much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA little.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't turn transparency into commentary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRight.\u201d<\/p>\n
That had become another lesson.<\/p>\n
Honesty did not require narrating every movement like a probation report.<\/p>\n
We were still learning normal.<\/p>\n
At couples therapy, our therapist asked what the anniversary meant.<\/p>\n
Jeremy answered first.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat we remained married legally for twenty-three years.\u201d<\/p>\n
The therapist smiled slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd emotionally?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s harder.\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means the marriage survived something.\u201d<\/p>\n
She waited.<\/p>\n
I corrected myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe marriage didn't survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went very still.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe version we had ended.\u201d<\/p>\n
The therapist said nothing.<\/p>\n
That gave me room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe didn't divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe didn't stop loving each other completely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the marriage where I believed Jeremy had never chosen another woman was real to me. Then it ended.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI agree.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after the courthouse is not repairing the exact same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat answer again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The therapist asked, \u201cDo you need a name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Jeremy said, \u201cMaybe eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
Both answers were allowed.<\/p>\n
After therapy, Jeremy went to work.<\/p>\n
I met Karen for lunch.<\/p>\n
She wore a blue blouse I had not seen before.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds ominous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDivorced different?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s divorce had become final three months earlier.<\/p>\n
Their financial settlement included tracing Lacey\u2019s old thirty-thousand-dollar transfer.<\/p>\n
Thomas had determined the original transfer lacked a clear enforceable trust obligation after all those years, but Mark voluntarily credited the equivalent amount, adjusted modestly, to Karen in the settlement.<\/p>\n
Karen initially refused.<\/p>\n
Then accepted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d I had asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause refusing money doesn't make the history cleaner.\u201d<\/p>\n
Good answer.<\/p>\n
She used part of it to renovate Sophie\u2019s room.<\/p>\n
The rest remained invested.<\/p>\n
No charity gesture.<\/p>\n
No symbolic purging.<\/p>\n
Practical.<\/p>\n
At lunch, Karen asked, \u201cAnniversary plans?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDinner at home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is very mature and boring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stirred iced tea.<\/p>\n
\u201cMark called this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow was that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine good or fine terrible?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cActually fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo tell me he is moving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKnoxville.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does Sophie feel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcited because he promised she can choose the guest-room paint.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds manageable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Karen nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s doing better.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTherapy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you care?\u201d<\/p>\n
She thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWant him back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was peaceful.<\/p>\n
I noticed that.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can care and still be done.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can also care and not be done.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
I knew what she meant.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWasn't advice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe tiny advice.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
When I returned home, Jeremy was cooking.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnniversary rebellion?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou cook when you\u2019re nervous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI cook when hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat too.\u201d<\/p>\n
He had made chicken.<\/p>\n
Mashed potatoes.<\/p>\n
Green beans.<\/p>\n
Nothing romantic.<\/p>\n
Exactly right.<\/p>\n
At dinner, he gave me an envelope.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said no card.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not a card.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not touch it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA financial disclosure.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat may be the least romantic anniversary gift ever.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy today?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause my annual business statements came in.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pushed it toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI put everything together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll accounts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSide work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRetirement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDebts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything embarrassing?\u201d<\/p>\n
He thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent four hundred dollars on a table saw attachment I didn't need.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cScandal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI felt guilty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWrong kind of guilt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the packet.<\/p>\n
Clean.<\/p>\n
Organized.<\/p>\n
No hidden account.<\/p>\n
No mysterious transfer.<\/p>\n
He had included passwords but not demanded mine.<\/p>\n
I noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want my statements too?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want to share.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot because fairness requires it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe agreed on mutual transparency.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut transparency is not forced symmetry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cTherapy is making you annoying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gave him my documents after dinner.<\/p>\n
Not because he demanded them.<\/p>\n
Because I wanted the same openness.<\/p>\n
That distinction mattered.<\/p>\n
Later, Jeremy walked to the hall closet and returned with something wrapped in cloth.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot emotional.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSuspicious opening.\u201d<\/p>\n
He unwrapped an old wooden frame.<\/p>\n
Our courthouse wedding photograph.<\/p>\n
The original.<\/p>\n
I had taken it down months earlier and stored it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found it while looking for tax documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at our younger faces.<\/p>\n
Me smiling too brightly.<\/p>\n
Jeremy looking terrified and happy.<\/p>\n
Two people who did not know enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want it back on the wall?\u201d<\/p>\n
He asked.<\/p>\n
I thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut not where it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hallway.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
No shrine.<\/p>\n
No erasure.<\/p>\n
History.<\/p>\n
He hung it.<\/p>\n
We stood in front of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were skinny,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo were you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRude.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou started it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
Then looked at young Jeremy.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you wish you could warn him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
He thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell the bad sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore it gets polished?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore fear edits it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s pretty good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would you tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded toward my younger self.<\/p>\n
I thought longer.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk the second question.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cAmanda.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd maybe don't assume being certain means being safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s more than one sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI talk more than you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrue.\u201d<\/p>\n
We went to bed early.<\/p>\n
No anniversary sex.<\/p>\n
No symbolic consummation of a repaired marriage.<\/p>\n
We read.<\/p>\n
Jeremy fell asleep first.<\/p>\n
I watched him for a while.<\/p>\n
Not suspiciously.<\/p>\n
Just because twenty-three years is a long time to know someone and still realize how much remains unknowable.<\/p>\n
Then my phone lit up.<\/p>\n
An email from Second Room.<\/p>\n
Monthly report.<\/p>\n
One hundred forty-eight patients assisted.<\/p>\n
Thirty-two hotel stays.<\/p>\n
Seventy-six transportation rides.<\/p>\n
Forty volunteer companion visits.<\/p>\n
At the bottom was a short anonymous patient comment.<\/p>\n
I came alone. Someone was waiting.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
That was Lacey\u2019s idea distilled to six words.<\/p>\n
Not the house.<\/p>\n
Not Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Not the ring.<\/p>\n
Not the courthouse.<\/p>\n
Someone was waiting.<\/p>\n
I closed the email.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Jeremy read it.<\/p>\n
He cried.<\/p>\n
Then went to work.<\/p>\n
Life became ordinary again in increments.<\/p>\n
That was perhaps the strangest part.<\/p>\n
After enough catastrophe, ordinary feels suspicious.<\/p>\n
Then precious.<\/p>\n
Then normal.<\/p>\n
Months later, the county review closed.<\/p>\n
Bonnie\u2019s administrative findings became final.<\/p>\n
She had violated policies and improperly advised private parties while using knowledge from official systems.<\/p>\n
She had already resigned.<\/p>\n
No further public employment sanction mattered.<\/p>\n
Melissa\u2019s notary commission had lapsed and was not renewed.<\/p>\n
Other legal issues resolved through processes Thomas described but I no longer followed closely.<\/p>\n
David moved to North Carolina.<\/p>\n
He and Jeremy exchanged occasional messages.<\/p>\n
No friendship restored.<\/p>\n
No dramatic cutoff.<\/p>\n
Distance.<\/p>\n
Mark moved to Knoxville.<\/p>\n
Karen remained in the house.<\/p>\n
Sophie adjusted.<\/p>\n
Second Room became a registered charitable program with a small board.<\/p>\n
Karen served.<\/p>\n
I remained adviser.<\/p>\n
Then stepped down after a year.<\/p>\n
The decision surprised everyone except me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d Karen asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it works without me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat might be the healthiest sentence you\u2019ve ever said.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRude.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrue.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not need to remain attached to Lacey\u2019s legacy forever in order for the good part to continue.<\/p>\n
Help without ownership.<\/p>\n
I finally understood.<\/p>\n
Jeremy volunteered once a month transporting patients.<\/p>\n
Only after the board approved him.<\/p>\n
He never drove on Tuesdays specifically.<\/p>\n
That was deliberate at first.<\/p>\n
Then one spring, his assigned shift happened to be Tuesday.<\/p>\n
He mentioned it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes that bother you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went.<\/p>\n
Returned at six.<\/p>\n
Told me about an elderly woman who complained the hospital coffee tasted burned.<\/p>\n
Nothing else.<\/p>\n
No emotional symbolism.<\/p>\n
Tuesday became a day again.<\/p>\n
That mattered enormously.<\/p>\n
Our twenty-fourth anniversary passed more easily.<\/p>\n
We went to dinner.<\/p>\n
I wore my ring.<\/p>\n
Jeremy gave me flowers.<\/p>\n
I liked them.<\/p>\n
That did not mean flowers had become proof of anything.<\/p>\n
They were tulips.<\/p>\n
Sometimes a flower can simply be a flower.<\/p>\n
Two years after the courthouse discovery, our therapist asked whether we still needed weekly sessions.<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked at me.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cProbably not.\u201d<\/p>\n
We moved to monthly.<\/p>\n
Then occasional.<\/p>\n
One night after a session, Jeremy said, \u201cI think I forgive myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cCompletely?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think complete forgiveness would be suspicious?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think forgetting consequences is suspicious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does forgiving yourself mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I don't need to hate myself to prove I understand what I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you forgive me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
For years, that question would have terrified both of us.<\/p>\n
Now it felt almost ordinary.<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is left?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat answer again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome injuries become part of the body.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo they still hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I live with mostly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is yours to decide.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then his expression grew serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He could.<\/p>\n
So could I.<\/p>\n
The final unresolved thing was not legal.<\/p>\n
Not financial.<\/p>\n
Not medical.<\/p>\n
It was Lacey\u2019s ashes.<\/p>\n
Her instructions gave no location.<\/p>\n
Only:<\/p>\n
Do not put me somewhere people feel obligated to visit.<\/p>\n
Jeremy had kept the urn with the funeral home while estate matters resolved.<\/p>\n
Eventually Thomas called.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe estate is closing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Lacey?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer ashes need a final disposition.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho decides?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe designated person in her instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJeremy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly does she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas read:<\/p>\n
Jill should decide if she is willing. If she refuses, David can decide. Jeremy should not. He will turn the place into another promise.<\/p>\n
I laughed despite myself.<\/p>\n
Even dead, Lacey knew him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are my options?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny lawful disposition.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she name preferences?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomewhere she was never unhappy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about that for a long time.<\/p>\n
Hospital?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Nashville house?<\/p>\n
Gone.<\/p>\n
Her hometown?<\/p>\n
Loaded.<\/p>\n
The chapel?<\/p>\n
Goodbye and betrayal intertwined.<\/p>\n
Then I knew.<\/p>\n
Not a place from her history with Jeremy.<\/p>\n
A place from her life after him.<\/p>\n
I called Raymond.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did Lacey take Michael when he was little?\u201d<\/p>\n
He was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told him.<\/p>\n
His voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cPercy Warner Park.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat part?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a hill near the old stone steps. She used to take him there with a blanket and snacks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she happy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond took a long time.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We both laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
I chose the hill.<\/p>\n
Not alone.<\/p>\n
That was my next decision.<\/p>\n
I invited Raymond.<\/p>\n
David.<\/p>\n
Karen.<\/p>\n
Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Nobody else.<\/p>\n
Not because they were owed attendance.<\/p>\n
Because they each held a real piece of her life.<\/p>\n
The scattering was scheduled for spring.<\/p>\n
And as the date approached, I realized that saying goodbye to Lacey one final time would require something I had not yet done.<\/p>\n
Tell her story without making myself the center of it.<\/p>\n
Our twenty-third wedding anniversary arrived on a Tuesday. That felt almost cruelly appropriate. Tuesdays had once belonged to Nashville. To hospital hallways. To lies about work. To Jeremy leaving before … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9712,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9747","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feel-one-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9747","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9747"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9747\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9790,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9747\/revisions\/9790"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9712"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9747"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9747"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9747"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}