{"id":69008,"date":"2026-05-29T05:50:07","date_gmt":"2026-05-29T05:50:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008"},"modified":"2026-05-29T05:51:12","modified_gmt":"2026-05-29T05:51:12","slug":"arrest-him-officer-he-dragged-our-kids-out-in-the-dark-my-ex-wife-screamed-pointing-her-finger-under-the-blinding-police-searchlights-standing-frozen-in-my-flannel-shirt-as-the-cop-held-the-o","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008","title":{"rendered":"“Arrest him, officer, he dragged our kids out in the dark!” my ex-wife screamed, pointing her finger under the blinding police searchlights. Standing frozen in my flannel shirt as the cop held the official warrant, I looked at my panicked children and realized their terrifying internet-inspired lies were about to destroy my life forever. ("},"content":{"rendered":"
\n

Part 1<\/h2>\n

“He kicked us out in the dark, Daddy hates us!” my nine-year-old daughter sobbed to the responding police officers, pointing a trembling finger directly at my chest. I stood on my porch at 2:00 AM, my jaw dropping in absolute, paralyzing shock. My seven-year-old son stood beside her, nodding his head down. The kids had secretly slipped out of their bedroom windows past midnight, triggering a frantic, terrifying neighborhood search. But when a police cruiser finally located them three blocks away, my daughter deployed a horrific fabrication to avoid getting grounded.<\/p>\n

The responding officers looked from my crying children to my pale, stuttering face. When they questioned my wife inside, her panicked, defensive statements didn’t match mine, creating a massive red flag. Within minutes, I was pinned against a squad car, handcuffs biting into my wrists, arrested under the watchful eyes of my neighbors. I was a completely devoted father, yet I was being hauled to county jail like a violent criminal.<\/p>\n

But the true, unadulterated horror struck forty-eight hours later during the official Child Protective Services forensic investigation. I sat locked in a sterile interrogation room, my skin crawling with severe anxiety, when the detective dropped a legal bombshell. My daughter hadn’t just claimed I locked them out; she had escalated her lie, leveling an unspeakable, radioactive allegation of sexual abuse against me. The room violently spun. I couldn’t breathe. The investigator\u2019s eyes were ice-cold, treating me like a subhuman predator. My career, my freedom, and my sanity hung by a microscopic thread as I faced a lifetime bars, completely unaware of the bizarre, internet-fueled secret my children were about to reveal under pressure.<\/p>\n

Locked in a cell, facing a lifetime in a maximum-security prison, my sanity was completely hanging by a thread. I had no idea that my daughter’s twisted inspiration came from a dark corner of the internet. The rest of the story is below \ud83d\udc47<\/p>\n

Part 2<\/h2>\n

The crushing weight of that monstrous allegation nearly drove me insane while sitting in that cell. However, the system\u2019s terrifying momentum ground to a sudden halt during my daughter\u2019s intensive forensic interview with a CPS psychologist. Under gentle but firm questioning, her elaborate story began to fray at the seams. She couldn’t provide specific timelines or details. Finally, she burst into a fit of hysterical tears, confessing that every single word was an absolute fabrication. My son cracked immediately after, admitting his older sister was the mastermind behind the entire plot to avoid punishment.<\/p>\n

The reason behind the lie was as absurd as it was devastating. My daughter had been binging popular YouTube “troll” videos where kids pulled extreme pranks on their parents for views. She thought framing me would be a funny stunt to avoid getting grounded for sneaking out. When asked how a nine-year-old even knew such explicit adult concepts, she admitted she had accidentally walked in on my wife and me in our bedroom months prior. The criminal charges were dropped immediately, and I was released, but the psychological shrapnel had already torn through my soul.<\/p>\n

Desperate to salvage our fractured life, I begged my wife to take us to intensive family therapy. But every single week, she offered a new, exhausting excuse to delay the appointments. Then came the real twist. Just months after the CPS investigation closed, she abruptly handed me a stack of legal documents. She was demanding a divorce. She claimed she had simply “fallen out of love” with me, weaponizing our religious differences\u2014she had become intensely devout, while I remained secular\u2014to paint me as an unfit partner to her church community.<\/p>\n

To avoid another explosive domestic war, I hurriedly packed my bags and moved out. I drained my savings, shelling out over $2,500 just to secure a modest rental house close to the kids’ school. Because the moving fees completely broke my budget, I sent a polite, transparent text to my ex-wife, informing her that I would have to temporarily delay contributing to a few shared monthly utility bills for a couple of weeks until my next corporate paycheck cleared.<\/p>\n

Her response was a nuclear strike. Within forty-eight hours, a county sheriff knocked on my new front door, serving me with an emergency protective order (EPO). My jaw dropped as I read the sickening affidavit. My ex-wife had filed an emergency motion claiming that during my recent weekend visitation, I had gone into a violent rage inside a local Walmart and brutally assaulted our seven-year-old son, causing a severe traumatic brain injury.<\/p>\n

Panic seized my chest, my heart hammering violently as the specter of prison loomed over me once again. But then, a cold, analytical clarity washed over me. I checked my phone logs, my bank statements, and my cloud storage. I had ironclad, unshakeable proof. That exact Saturday morning, I had recorded high-definition video of both kids laughing and playing happily at a public park. More importantly, my digital banking transaction history and the physical Walmart receipt proved we had only entered the store for exactly six minutes to purchase a gallon of sweet tea and a pack of ramen noodles before leaving completely peacefully. There was absolutely no altercation, no injury, and no medical record of a brain injury.<\/p>\n

That was the moment the terrifying truth crystallized in my mind. My children hadn’t acted alone this time. My ex-wife had actively weaponized our children, brainwashing them and forcing them to lie to the courts to destroy my life as a sick act of retaliation over a delayed utility payment.<\/p>\n

If you’ve read this far, don’t hesitate to leave a like and comment before reading part 3. It makes us as happy as reading a complete story! Thank you. \ud83d\udc4d\u2764\ufe0f<\/p>\n

Part 3<\/h2>\n

I marched into the family court hearing armed with my digital fortress of alibis. When my attorney presented the timestamped park videos, the Walmart transaction receipts, and the medical records proving my son had never even visited an emergency room for a brain injury, the judge\u2019s face turned into stone. The emergency protective order was immediately dissolved. A grueling month later, the CPS investigators officially closed the file, marking the horrific child abuse allegations as entirely “unsubstantiated.” For the second time in two years, my name was completely cleared by the law.<\/p>\n

My ex-wife sat across the aisle, her devout, holy facade completely slipping as she glared at me with pure, unadulterated venom because her financial trap had failed. My lawyer whispered that we had enough ammunition to launch a massive counter-suit for full custody. I looked at her, then I looked at the photos of my children sitting on the legal table.<\/p>\n

That was when I made the most shocking, agonizing, and cold-blooded decision of my entire existence. I looked at my attorney, shook my head, and said, “No. We are finalizing the divorce today, and I am voluntarily giving up all my physical and legal custody rights. I am walking away permanently.”<\/p>\n

The courtroom went dead silent. My attorney stared at me like I had lost my mind. My ex-wife blinked in utter astonishment. But I knew exactly what I was doing. I was a broken man, a shell of my former self, completely trapped in an abusive cycle of legal warfare. I agreed to pay a full, unconditional $1,000 every single month in child support to ensure my kids were fed and clothed, but I demanded a total, legally binding severance of visitation. I refused to ever see my ex-wife or my children again.<\/p>\n

The emotional fallout hit me the second I signed those papers and walked out into the blinding sun. I collapsed into the driver’s seat of my car and cried until my throat was completely raw. The pain was an ocean, crushing my chest. I wept bitter, agonizing tears as the realization washed over me that I would never again celebrate the Mid-Autumn festival with them, never watch them open presents on Christmas morning, and never spend a snowy weekend afternoon baking holiday cookies in the kitchen. I was actively mourning the deaths of my own living children, amputating a vital piece of my own heart just to survive.<\/p>\n

But I had no choice. I could not live the rest of my life in a perpetual state of suffocating panic and paranoia. I couldn’t survive another two years of sleeping with one eye open, wearing a literal body camera around my own house, and constantly looking over my shoulder, terrified that the next minor disagreement or delayed bill would inspire another devastating, internet-fueled lie that would successfully send me to prison. If a nine-year-old and a seven-year-old could easily be brainwashed by their mother to frame their own father for a brain injury, I was a walking target. One day, their lies would win, and I would lose my freedom forever.<\/p>\n

I chose my survival over my fatherhood. Today, I live a quiet, solitary life, sharing my cautionary tale with other fathers trapped in the legal system. The house is completely quiet, the holidays are lonely, and the ghost of the family I used to love haunts every empty room. I am financially poorer, emotionally scarred, and entirely alone, but as I lock my front door tonight, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I am safe from the people who were supposed to love me the most.<\/p>\n

What do you think of this story? Please leave a like and share your thoughts in the comments. Your support means a lot to us and inspires us to keep writing more meaningful and powerful stories. Thank you! \ud83d\udc4d\u2764\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 “He kicked us out in the dark, Daddy hates us!” my nine-year-old daughter sobbed to the responding police officers, pointing a trembling finger directly at my chest. I stood on my porch at 2:00 AM, my jaw dropping in absolute, paralyzing shock. My seven-year-old son stood beside her, nodding his head down. The […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":69013,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-69008","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\n"Arrest him, officer, he dragged our kids out in the dark!" my ex-wife screamed, pointing her finger under the blinding police searchlights. Standing frozen in my flannel shirt as the cop held the official warrant, I looked at my panicked children and realized their terrifying internet-inspired lies were about to destroy my life forever. ( - Purposeful Days<\/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:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\""Arrest him, officer, he dragged our kids out in the dark!" my ex-wife screamed, pointing her finger under the blinding police searchlights. Standing frozen in my flannel shirt as the cop held the official warrant, I looked at my panicked children and realized their terrifying internet-inspired lies were about to destroy my life forever. ( - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 “He kicked us out in the dark, Daddy hates us!” my nine-year-old daughter sobbed to the responding police officers, pointing a trembling finger directly at my chest. I stood on my porch at 2:00 AM, my jaw dropping in absolute, paralyzing shock. My seven-year-old son stood beside her, nodding his head down. The […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-05-29T05:50:07+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:modified_time\" content=\"2026-05-29T05:51:12+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Prompt__A_hyper-realistic_award-winning_cinematic_202605291245.jpeg\" \/>\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=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"8 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008\",\"name\":\"\\\"Arrest him, officer, he dragged our kids out in the dark!\\\" my ex-wife screamed, pointing her finger under the blinding police searchlights. Standing frozen in my flannel shirt as the cop held the official warrant, I looked at my panicked children and realized their terrifying internet-inspired lies were about to destroy my life forever. ( - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Prompt__A_hyper-realistic_award-winning_cinematic_202605291245.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-05-29T05:50:07+00:00\",\"dateModified\":\"2026-05-29T05:51:12+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Prompt__A_hyper-realistic_award-winning_cinematic_202605291245.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Prompt__A_hyper-realistic_award-winning_cinematic_202605291245.jpeg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"“Arrest him, officer, he dragged our kids out in the dark!” my ex-wife screamed, pointing her finger under the blinding police searchlights. Standing frozen in my flannel shirt as the cop held the official warrant, I looked at my panicked children and realized their terrifying internet-inspired lies were about to destroy my life forever. (\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Purposeful Days\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\",\"name\":\"Phong Nguyen\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Phong Nguyen\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"\"Arrest him, officer, he dragged our kids out in the dark!\" my ex-wife screamed, pointing her finger under the blinding police searchlights. Standing frozen in my flannel shirt as the cop held the official warrant, I looked at my panicked children and realized their terrifying internet-inspired lies were about to destroy my life forever. ( - Purposeful Days","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:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"\"Arrest him, officer, he dragged our kids out in the dark!\" my ex-wife screamed, pointing her finger under the blinding police searchlights. Standing frozen in my flannel shirt as the cop held the official warrant, I looked at my panicked children and realized their terrifying internet-inspired lies were about to destroy my life forever. ( - Purposeful Days","og_description":"Part 1 “He kicked us out in the dark, Daddy hates us!” my nine-year-old daughter sobbed to the responding police officers, pointing a trembling finger directly at my chest. I stood on my porch at 2:00 AM, my jaw dropping in absolute, paralyzing shock. My seven-year-old son stood beside her, nodding his head down. The […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-05-29T05:50:07+00:00","article_modified_time":"2026-05-29T05:51:12+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Prompt__A_hyper-realistic_award-winning_cinematic_202605291245.jpeg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Phong Nguyen","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Phong Nguyen","Est. reading time":"8 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008","name":"\"Arrest him, officer, he dragged our kids out in the dark!\" my ex-wife screamed, pointing her finger under the blinding police searchlights. Standing frozen in my flannel shirt as the cop held the official warrant, I looked at my panicked children and realized their terrifying internet-inspired lies were about to destroy my life forever. ( - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Prompt__A_hyper-realistic_award-winning_cinematic_202605291245.jpeg","datePublished":"2026-05-29T05:50:07+00:00","dateModified":"2026-05-29T05:51:12+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Prompt__A_hyper-realistic_award-winning_cinematic_202605291245.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Prompt__A_hyper-realistic_award-winning_cinematic_202605291245.jpeg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=69008#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"“Arrest him, officer, he dragged our kids out in the dark!” my ex-wife screamed, pointing her finger under the blinding police searchlights. Standing frozen in my flannel shirt as the cop held the official warrant, I looked at my panicked children and realized their terrifying internet-inspired lies were about to destroy my life forever. ("}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Purposeful Days","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951","name":"Phong Nguyen","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Phong Nguyen"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69008","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=69008"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69008\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69018,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69008\/revisions\/69018"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/69013"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=69008"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=69008"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=69008"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}