{"id":103835,"date":"2025-02-27T08:22:39","date_gmt":"2025-02-27T01:22:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cutiething.com\/?p=25639"},"modified":"2025-02-27T08:22:54","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T01:22:54","slug":"wife-demanded-her-husband-send-his-aging-father-to-a-nursing-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wife-demanded-her-husband-send-his-aging-father-to-a-nursing-home\/","title":{"rendered":"Wife Demanded Her Husband Send His Aging Father to a Nursing Home"},"content":{"rendered":"

When Angela demanded her husband send his aging father to a nursing home, she never expected the bold choice he\u2019d make instead. Torn between love and loyalty, Stefan\u2019s decision reshaped his family\u2019s future.\n

For illustration purposes only.\n
The morning light poured through the cracked kitchen blinds, falling in soft golden beams across the room. Gektor sat at the table, sipping his coffee. His hand trembled slightly as he lifted the cup, the years catching up to him.\n
The small house creaked and groaned, just like his knees when he stood. But it was home, the house he had built with Lina, his wife of 45 years.\n
The walls were filled with pictures. Alex in his graduation gown, Stefan grinning from ear to ear as he held up a fish almost as big as he was, and Lina, his wife, smiling in every frame. Gektor\u2019s chest tightened every time he looked at her.\n
She looked so young, her smile as wide as the horizon and her eyes sparkling with the kind of love that didn\u2019t fade.\n
He spoke softly, his voice trembling. \u201cYou always said I\u2019d get old and cranky. Well, you were half right, Lina.\u201d He smiled, though it didn\u2019t reach his eyes.\n
The house was quiet without her. Too quiet. But in the stillness, Gektor could still feel her presence. The worn chair in the corner, her favorite teacup in the cupboard, even the faint scent of lavender from the sachets she had tucked into the drawers, they all whispered of the life they had shared.\n
\u201cI miss you every day,\u201d he murmured, clutching the locket tightly. \u201cBut I\u2019ll keep going. For you. For our boys.\u201d\n
\u201cDad, you good?\u201d Stefan\u2019s voice broke through the quiet.\n
Gektor turned to see his younger son standing in the doorway. \u201cI\u2019m fine, just thinking.\u201d\n
Stefan nodded, his steady nature written all over his calm face. He was the one who stayed, always reliable, always here. Alex had moved across the country after law school, while Stefan had brought Angela home three years ago. That\u2019s when things began to change.\n
\u201cBreakfast?\u201d Stefan asked, heading toward the stove.\n
\u201cI\u2019m not hungry yet,\u201d Gektor said, standing slowly. He could feel Angela\u2019s presence before he saw her.\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
\u201cStefan, we don\u2019t have all day,\u201d she said sharply, walking into the kitchen. Her heels clicked against the floor, though there was no one to impress. \u201cWe\u2019re supposed to leave in an hour.\u201d\n
\u201cI know, Ange. I\u2019m making something quick.\u201d\n
Angela rolled her eyes. \u201cFine. But don\u2019t be late, okay?\u201d\n
She barely glanced at Gektor before walking out, her phone already in hand. Gektor sighed, sitting back down.\n
\u201cShe\u2019s just stressed,\u201d Stefan said, though he didn\u2019t sound convinced.\n
\u201cShe\u2019s always stressed,\u201d Gektor replied softly, his eyes following her retreating figure.\n
Angela had a way of making herself known, even in her absence. That day was no different.\n
\u201cDad, did you see my keys?\u201d Stefan called from the living room.\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Gektor replied, shuffling toward the sound. Angela\u2019s voice floated from the bedroom, sharp and clipped.\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know how you live like this, Stefan,\u201d she said. \u201cThis house is too small. It\u2019s falling apart. And him\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cAnge, don\u2019t,\u201d Stefan said, cutting her off.\n
Gektor paused near the door, his heart sinking. He\u2019d never heard her talk like that. Not openly. He backed away, unwilling to listen further.\n
Dinner that evening was quiet. Angela cleared Gektor\u2019s plate before he finished, ignoring his small protest.\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t done,\u201d he muttered.\n
\u201cWell, it was just sitting there,\u201d she said without looking at him.\n
Stefan opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. Gektor saw the slump of his shoulders, the weight he carried growing heavier each day.\n
\u201cStefan, can we talk?\u201d Angela said after dinner, her voice low but firm.\n
\u201cNow?\u201d he asked, glancing at Gektor.\n
\u201cYes, now.\u201d\n
The two disappeared into the bedroom, their voices muffled but heated. Gektor didn\u2019t mean to overhear, but as he walked down the hall to fetch a blanket, Angela\u2019s words stopped him in his tracks.\n
\u201cI\u2019m done, Stefan. That old man needs to go,\u201d she hissed. \u201cSend your father to a nursing home, or I leave. I already paid for a place. You just need to take him.\u201d\n
Stefan\u2019s response was quieter, harder to hear, but the weight of Angela\u2019s demand crushed Gektor. He felt his knees weaken, his breath catch in his chest.\n
The next morning, Gektor sat at the table with his bag beside him. Stefan walked in, his face pale, his eyes red.\n
\u201cDad\u2026\u201d he started, his voice breaking.\n
Gektor raised a hand. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, son. I understand.\u201d\n
\u201cBut\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Gektor said firmly. \u201cYou have to live your life, Stefan. Don\u2019t let me be the reason it falls apart.\u201d\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
The silence between them was heavy as they walked to the car. Neither of them spoke as Stefan drove, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Gektor stared out the window, wondering where they were going but too tired to ask.\n
\u201cDad,\u201d Stefan said finally, his voice trembling. \u201cI\u2026 I can\u2019t do this anymore.\u201d\n
Gektor turned to him, his brows furrowing. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\n
They pulled into the airport, and Stefan turned off the engine. \u201cYou\u2019re not going to a home. You\u2019re coming with me.\u201d\n
Gektor stepped out of the car, squinting against the sunlight bouncing off the glass windows of the airport terminal. He gripped his small bag tightly, confusion etched across his face.\n
\u201cWhere\u2026 are we going?\u201d he asked, his voice hesitant.\n
Stefan\u2019s lips pressed into a tight smile, his eyes glistening. \u201cWe\u2019re meeting Alex. And his family.\u201d\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Gektor asked, his brows drawing together. \u201cBut Angela\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cI told her to pack her things,\u201d Stefan interrupted, his voice steady now. \u201cShe\u2019ll find my letter when she gets home.\u201d\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
For a moment, Gektor was speechless. He studied his son\u2019s face, searching for doubt or regret. But there was none\u2014only love and determination.\n
\u201cYou stood up for me?\u201d Gektor whispered.\n
Stefan nodded. \u201cYou taught me to, Dad. I wasn\u2019t going to let her treat you like you don\u2019t matter. You matter to me. To Alex. To all of us.\u201d\n
Tears welled up in Gektor\u2019s eyes as he reached out to clasp his son\u2019s shoulder. \u201cThank you, Stefan. Thank you.\u201d\n
The resort shimmered under the afternoon sun, its white sand beaches stretching endlessly against the blue waves. Gektor looked out of the car window, his jaw slack with awe.\n
\u201cDad!\u201d Alex\u2019s voice boomed as soon as Gektor stepped onto the cobblestone driveway. Alex wrapped his father in a bear hug, nearly lifting him off the ground.\n
\u201cAlex! Put him down before you break him,\u201d Stefan laughed, unloading the luggage.\n
\u201cCan\u2019t help it,\u201d Alex said, grinning ear to ear. \u201cIt\u2019s good to see you, Dad. It\u2019s been too long.\u201d\n
Gektor chuckled, shaking his head. \u201cYou\u2019ve still got the strength of a bull.\u201d\n
Alex\u2019s wife, Maria, joined them with the kids in tow\u2014two wide-eyed boys who ran straight to their grandfather. \u201cGrandpa!\u201d they shouted in unison, wrapping their arms around his legs.\n
\u201cWhoa, careful there,\u201d Gektor said, his laughter bubbling out.\n
The afternoon melted into a warm, easy evening. The family gathered on the beach, eating grilled fish and fresh fruit under a canopy of stars. Gektor watched his grandsons race each other along the shoreline while Stefan and Alex debated the best way to build a bonfire.\n
\u201cDad,\u201d Maria said, sitting beside him. \u201cYou\u2019ve raised two incredible men. You should be proud.\u201d\n
\u201cI am,\u201d Gektor replied softly, his voice filled with emotion.\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
For the first time in years, Gektor felt light, like the burdens he had carried for so long had been left far behind.\n
Meanwhile, Angela walked into an empty house. Her heels echoed on the tiled floor as she set her bag on the kitchen counter.\n
\u201cStefan?\u201d she called, but the silence answered her back.\n
Then she saw the envelope. Her name scrawled on the front in Stefan\u2019s unmistakable handwriting made her stomach turn.\n
She tore it open, scanning the letter quickly. The words hit her like a punch:\n
\u201cI can\u2019t live in a home where respect doesn\u2019t go both ways. My father is not a burden. He\u2019s a blessing. If you can\u2019t see that, then you and I don\u2019t have a future together.\u201d\n
Angela\u2019s face twisted with fury. She crumpled the letter, throwing it to the ground. \u201cUnbelievable,\u201d she muttered, pacing the room. \u201cHe actually left. For him.\u201d\n
Her anger swelled, but beneath it was something else: the realization that Stefan had chosen his father over her.\n
And there was nothing she could do about it.\n
Months later, back at the house, Gektor stood on the porch watching Stefan hammer a wooden sign into the ground at the edge of the driveway.\n
\u201cWelcome Home. Family Only,\u201d it read in bold letters.\n
\u201cLooks good,\u201d Gektor said, his voice steady and warm.\n
Stefan wiped sweat from his brow, stepping back to admire his handiwork. \u201cIt\u2019s what this house is about,\u201d he said simply.\n
Gektor leaned on the railing, a small smile playing at his lips. \u201cYou\u2019ve done right, son. Your mom would be proud.\u201d\n
\u201cI learned from the best,\u201d Stefan replied, glancing up at him.\n
Gektor\u2019s gaze lingered on the yard, now quiet and peaceful. He thought of Angela not with anger or regret, but with a sense of clarity. She had been a passing storm, but the foundation of his family had stood firm.\n
For the first time in years, Gektor felt truly at home.\n
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When Angela demanded her husband send his aging father to a nursing home, she never expected the bold choice he\u2019d make instead. Torn between love and loyalty, Stefan\u2019s decision reshaped his family\u2019s future. For illustration purposes only. The morning light poured through the cracked kitchen blinds, falling in soft golden beams across the room. Gektor …\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":103837,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-103835","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103835","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=103835"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103835\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103848,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103835\/revisions\/103848"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/103837"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=103835"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=103835"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=103835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}

For illustration purposes only.\n
The morning light poured through the cracked kitchen blinds, falling in soft golden beams across the room. Gektor sat at the table, sipping his coffee. His hand trembled slightly as he lifted the cup, the years catching up to him.\n
The small house creaked and groaned, just like his knees when he stood. But it was home, the house he had built with Lina, his wife of 45 years.\n
The walls were filled with pictures. Alex in his graduation gown, Stefan grinning from ear to ear as he held up a fish almost as big as he was, and Lina, his wife, smiling in every frame. Gektor\u2019s chest tightened every time he looked at her.\n
She looked so young, her smile as wide as the horizon and her eyes sparkling with the kind of love that didn\u2019t fade.\n
He spoke softly, his voice trembling. \u201cYou always said I\u2019d get old and cranky. Well, you were half right, Lina.\u201d He smiled, though it didn\u2019t reach his eyes.\n
The house was quiet without her. Too quiet. But in the stillness, Gektor could still feel her presence. The worn chair in the corner, her favorite teacup in the cupboard, even the faint scent of lavender from the sachets she had tucked into the drawers, they all whispered of the life they had shared.\n
\u201cI miss you every day,\u201d he murmured, clutching the locket tightly. \u201cBut I\u2019ll keep going. For you. For our boys.\u201d\n
\u201cDad, you good?\u201d Stefan\u2019s voice broke through the quiet.\n
Gektor turned to see his younger son standing in the doorway. \u201cI\u2019m fine, just thinking.\u201d\n
Stefan nodded, his steady nature written all over his calm face. He was the one who stayed, always reliable, always here. Alex had moved across the country after law school, while Stefan had brought Angela home three years ago. That\u2019s when things began to change.\n
\u201cBreakfast?\u201d Stefan asked, heading toward the stove.\n
\u201cI\u2019m not hungry yet,\u201d Gektor said, standing slowly. He could feel Angela\u2019s presence before he saw her.\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
\u201cStefan, we don\u2019t have all day,\u201d she said sharply, walking into the kitchen. Her heels clicked against the floor, though there was no one to impress. \u201cWe\u2019re supposed to leave in an hour.\u201d\n
\u201cI know, Ange. I\u2019m making something quick.\u201d\n
Angela rolled her eyes. \u201cFine. But don\u2019t be late, okay?\u201d\n
She barely glanced at Gektor before walking out, her phone already in hand. Gektor sighed, sitting back down.\n
\u201cShe\u2019s just stressed,\u201d Stefan said, though he didn\u2019t sound convinced.\n
\u201cShe\u2019s always stressed,\u201d Gektor replied softly, his eyes following her retreating figure.\n
Angela had a way of making herself known, even in her absence. That day was no different.\n
\u201cDad, did you see my keys?\u201d Stefan called from the living room.\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Gektor replied, shuffling toward the sound. Angela\u2019s voice floated from the bedroom, sharp and clipped.\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know how you live like this, Stefan,\u201d she said. \u201cThis house is too small. It\u2019s falling apart. And him\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cAnge, don\u2019t,\u201d Stefan said, cutting her off.\n
Gektor paused near the door, his heart sinking. He\u2019d never heard her talk like that. Not openly. He backed away, unwilling to listen further.\n
Dinner that evening was quiet. Angela cleared Gektor\u2019s plate before he finished, ignoring his small protest.\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t done,\u201d he muttered.\n
\u201cWell, it was just sitting there,\u201d she said without looking at him.\n
Stefan opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. Gektor saw the slump of his shoulders, the weight he carried growing heavier each day.\n
\u201cStefan, can we talk?\u201d Angela said after dinner, her voice low but firm.\n
\u201cNow?\u201d he asked, glancing at Gektor.\n
\u201cYes, now.\u201d\n
The two disappeared into the bedroom, their voices muffled but heated. Gektor didn\u2019t mean to overhear, but as he walked down the hall to fetch a blanket, Angela\u2019s words stopped him in his tracks.\n
\u201cI\u2019m done, Stefan. That old man needs to go,\u201d she hissed. \u201cSend your father to a nursing home, or I leave. I already paid for a place. You just need to take him.\u201d\n
Stefan\u2019s response was quieter, harder to hear, but the weight of Angela\u2019s demand crushed Gektor. He felt his knees weaken, his breath catch in his chest.\n
The next morning, Gektor sat at the table with his bag beside him. Stefan walked in, his face pale, his eyes red.\n
\u201cDad\u2026\u201d he started, his voice breaking.\n
Gektor raised a hand. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, son. I understand.\u201d\n
\u201cBut\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Gektor said firmly. \u201cYou have to live your life, Stefan. Don\u2019t let me be the reason it falls apart.\u201d\n
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For illustration purposes only.\n
The silence between them was heavy as they walked to the car. Neither of them spoke as Stefan drove, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Gektor stared out the window, wondering where they were going but too tired to ask.\n
\u201cDad,\u201d Stefan said finally, his voice trembling. \u201cI\u2026 I can\u2019t do this anymore.\u201d\n
Gektor turned to him, his brows furrowing. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\n
They pulled into the airport, and Stefan turned off the engine. \u201cYou\u2019re not going to a home. You\u2019re coming with me.\u201d\n
Gektor stepped out of the car, squinting against the sunlight bouncing off the glass windows of the airport terminal. He gripped his small bag tightly, confusion etched across his face.\n
\u201cWhere\u2026 are we going?\u201d he asked, his voice hesitant.\n
Stefan\u2019s lips pressed into a tight smile, his eyes glistening. \u201cWe\u2019re meeting Alex. And his family.\u201d\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Gektor asked, his brows drawing together. \u201cBut Angela\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cI told her to pack her things,\u201d Stefan interrupted, his voice steady now. \u201cShe\u2019ll find my letter when she gets home.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
For a moment, Gektor was speechless. He studied his son\u2019s face, searching for doubt or regret. But there was none\u2014only love and determination.\n
\u201cYou stood up for me?\u201d Gektor whispered.\n
Stefan nodded. \u201cYou taught me to, Dad. I wasn\u2019t going to let her treat you like you don\u2019t matter. You matter to me. To Alex. To all of us.\u201d\n
Tears welled up in Gektor\u2019s eyes as he reached out to clasp his son\u2019s shoulder. \u201cThank you, Stefan. Thank you.\u201d\n
The resort shimmered under the afternoon sun, its white sand beaches stretching endlessly against the blue waves. Gektor looked out of the car window, his jaw slack with awe.\n
\u201cDad!\u201d Alex\u2019s voice boomed as soon as Gektor stepped onto the cobblestone driveway. Alex wrapped his father in a bear hug, nearly lifting him off the ground.\n
\u201cAlex! Put him down before you break him,\u201d Stefan laughed, unloading the luggage.\n
\u201cCan\u2019t help it,\u201d Alex said, grinning ear to ear. \u201cIt\u2019s good to see you, Dad. It\u2019s been too long.\u201d\n
Gektor chuckled, shaking his head. \u201cYou\u2019ve still got the strength of a bull.\u201d\n
Alex\u2019s wife, Maria, joined them with the kids in tow\u2014two wide-eyed boys who ran straight to their grandfather. \u201cGrandpa!\u201d they shouted in unison, wrapping their arms around his legs.\n
\u201cWhoa, careful there,\u201d Gektor said, his laughter bubbling out.\n
The afternoon melted into a warm, easy evening. The family gathered on the beach, eating grilled fish and fresh fruit under a canopy of stars. Gektor watched his grandsons race each other along the shoreline while Stefan and Alex debated the best way to build a bonfire.\n
\u201cDad,\u201d Maria said, sitting beside him. \u201cYou\u2019ve raised two incredible men. You should be proud.\u201d\n
\u201cI am,\u201d Gektor replied softly, his voice filled with emotion.\n
$\"\"$
For illustration purposes only.\n
For the first time in years, Gektor felt light, like the burdens he had carried for so long had been left far behind.\n
Meanwhile, Angela walked into an empty house. Her heels echoed on the tiled floor as she set her bag on the kitchen counter.\n
\u201cStefan?\u201d she called, but the silence answered her back.\n
Then she saw the envelope. Her name scrawled on the front in Stefan\u2019s unmistakable handwriting made her stomach turn.\n
She tore it open, scanning the letter quickly. The words hit her like a punch:\n
\u201cI can\u2019t live in a home where respect doesn\u2019t go both ways. My father is not a burden. He\u2019s a blessing. If you can\u2019t see that, then you and I don\u2019t have a future together.\u201d\n
Angela\u2019s face twisted with fury. She crumpled the letter, throwing it to the ground. \u201cUnbelievable,\u201d she muttered, pacing the room. \u201cHe actually left. For him.\u201d\n
Her anger swelled, but beneath it was something else: the realization that Stefan had chosen his father over her.\n
And there was nothing she could do about it.\n
Months later, back at the house, Gektor stood on the porch watching Stefan hammer a wooden sign into the ground at the edge of the driveway.\n
\u201cWelcome Home. Family Only,\u201d it read in bold letters.\n
\u201cLooks good,\u201d Gektor said, his voice steady and warm.\n
Stefan wiped sweat from his brow, stepping back to admire his handiwork. \u201cIt\u2019s what this house is about,\u201d he said simply.\n
Gektor leaned on the railing, a small smile playing at his lips. \u201cYou\u2019ve done right, son. Your mom would be proud.\u201d\n
\u201cI learned from the best,\u201d Stefan replied, glancing up at him.\n
Gektor\u2019s gaze lingered on the yard, now quiet and peaceful. He thought of Angela not with anger or regret, but with a sense of clarity. She had been a passing storm, but the foundation of his family had stood firm.\n
For the first time in years, Gektor felt truly at home.\n
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When Angela demanded her husband send his aging father to a nursing home, she never expected the bold choice he\u2019d make instead. Torn between love and loyalty, Stefan\u2019s decision reshaped his family\u2019s future. For illustration purposes only. The morning light poured through the cracked kitchen blinds, falling in soft golden beams across the room. Gektor …\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":103837,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-103835","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103835","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=103835"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103835\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103848,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103835\/revisions\/103848"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/103837"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=103835"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=103835"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=103835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}