Six weeks before my wedding to Owen, my father demanded that I cancel it so my sister could hold her business launch that same weekend.<\/p>\n
\u201cMelanie\u2019s future comes first,\u201d Dad said, as if my wedding were nothing more than an inconvenience.<\/p>\n
I looked at him and calmly replied, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melanie sat across from me with a satisfied smile, completely certain Dad would take her side\u2014as he always had.<\/p>\n
Instead of arguing, I picked up my phone and started making changes.<\/p>\n
I canceled every invitation I had sent to my parents, Melanie, my uncles, and my cousins.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s anger quickly turned to confusion.<\/p>\n
Then his phone rang.<\/p>\n
It was the estate manager.<\/p>\n
His expression changed as he listened.<\/p>\n
The wedding venue they had assumed belonged to someone else was actually my property<\/strong>, and I had just canceled every arrangement connected to their event.<\/p>\n But that wasn\u2019t the worst part.<\/p>\n What the estate manager told Dad next made him realize that my wedding wasn\u2019t the only thing they had just lost.<\/p>\n Continue reading\u2026.<\/strong><\/p>\n My name is Emma Carter, and for most of my life, I had learned not to expect much from my family.<\/p>\n Not because they were openly cruel.<\/p>\n That would have been easier.<\/p>\n Instead, they were experts at making favoritism sound reasonable.<\/p>\n Melanie needed help with college.<\/p>\n Melanie was struggling with her first job.<\/p>\n Melanie needed a car.<\/p>\n Melanie had an opportunity.<\/p>\n Melanie had a business idea.<\/p>\n Melanie was \u201cunder pressure.\u201d<\/p>\n Whenever Melanie needed something, my parents somehow found the money, time, attention, and patience to give it to her.<\/p>\n Whenever I needed something, I was told I was capable of handling it myself.<\/p>\n I eventually stopped asking.<\/p>\n That was probably why I became independent.<\/p>\n At twenty-eight, I had built a small event-management company from nothing. It started with birthday parties and corporate dinners and eventually grew into private events and destination weddings.<\/p>\n I saved carefully.<\/p>\n I invested carefully.<\/p>\n And three years earlier, I had purchased a beautiful country estate about an hour outside the city.<\/p>\n It had originally been an old family property that had sat unused for years.<\/p>\n I renovated the main house, restored the gardens, converted the barn into an elegant event hall, and built a small guest cottage.<\/p>\n I named it Willow Ridge Estate.<\/p>\n It wasn’t enormous.<\/p>\n But it was beautiful.<\/p>\n And it was mine.<\/p>\n My parents knew I owned the business.<\/p>\n They didn’t know I owned Willow Ridge.<\/p>\n I had never told them.<\/p>\n Not because I wanted to deceive them.<\/p>\n I simply knew what would happen if they found out.<\/p>\n They would start asking for things.<\/p>\n And I had finally learned that some doors needed locks.<\/p>\n Six months before my wedding, Owen proposed.<\/p>\n He didn’t make some extravagant speech.<\/p>\n He simply took my hands and said, \u201cEmma, I’ve never met anyone who works as hard as you do and still manages to care about everyone around her. I want to build a life with you.\u201d<\/p>\n I cried.<\/p>\n Not because the proposal was perfect.<\/p>\n Because for the first time, someone had chosen me without making me feel like I was competing with somebody else.<\/p>\n We decided to marry at Willow Ridge.<\/p>\n It was personal.<\/p>\n It was beautiful.<\/p>\n And because I owned the property, we could design everything exactly the way we wanted.<\/p>\n My mother knew we were getting married there.<\/p>\n My father knew.<\/p>\n Melanie knew.<\/p>\n Nobody asked whose name was on the deed.<\/p>\n They assumed, like most people did, that I had rented it.<\/p>\n For once, I didn’t correct them.<\/p>\n Then Melanie announced her company launch.<\/p>\n It was supposed to happen in October.<\/p>\n There were several weekends available.<\/p>\n But she wanted the same weekend as my wedding.<\/p>\n At first, I thought it was an accident.<\/p>\n Then Dad called.<\/p>\n \u201cEmma, we need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n I knew from his tone that it wasn’t a request.<\/p>\n He arrived at my apartment the following afternoon.<\/p>\n Melanie came with him.<\/p>\n She didn’t say hello.<\/p>\n She sat on my sofa, crossed her legs, and started scrolling through her phone.<\/p>\n Dad remained standing.<\/p>\n \u201cYou’re going to have to move the wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMelanie’s launch is that Saturday.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd we need Willow Ridge.\u201d<\/p>\n I laughed because I honestly thought he was joking.<\/p>\n \u201cYou mean the venue where I’m getting married?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDad, I’ve been planning this for over a year.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I don’t think you do.\u201d<\/p>\n He sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cEmma, your wedding can happen another weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at Melanie.<\/p>\n She finally put down her phone.<\/p>\n \u201cIt’s not just a launch,\u201d she said. \u201cInvestors are coming. Clients are coming. Press is coming. If I move it, I lose momentum.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd if I move my wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n She shrugged.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can reschedule.\u201d<\/p>\n That sentence changed something inside me.<\/p>\n Not dramatically.<\/p>\n Quietly.<\/p>\n Like a door closing.<\/p>\n I looked back at Dad.<\/p>\n \u201cYou want me to cancel my wedding so Melanie can have a business event?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt’s one weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n His face hardened.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Melanie smiled.<\/p>\n She actually smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI knew you’d make this difficult.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad raised his voice.<\/p>\n \u201cEmma, this isn’t about you.\u201d<\/p>\n I picked up my phone.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cIt’s about me. That’s exactly the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n Then I opened my wedding planning application.<\/p>\n I canceled the family invitations first.<\/p>\n Mom.<\/p>\n Dad.<\/p>\n Melanie.<\/p>\n My uncles.<\/p>\n My cousins.<\/p>\n One by one.<\/p>\n Dad watched.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaking changes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou can’t just uninvite your family.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI just did.\u201d<\/p>\n Melanie stood.<\/p>\n \u201cYou’re being ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have your launch.\u201d<\/p>\n She frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you have your wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad slammed his hand against the back of a chair.<\/p>\n \u201cYou will not treat your sister like this!\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t answer.<\/p>\n His phone rang.<\/p>\n He pulled it from his pocket.<\/p>\n \u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/p>\n He glanced at the screen.<\/p>\n \u201cMartin.\u201d<\/p>\n Martin was the estate manager at Willow Ridge.<\/p>\n Dad answered.<\/p>\n \u201cMartin, I’m in the middle of something.\u201d<\/p>\n I couldn’t hear Martin’s words.<\/p>\n But I watched Dad’s face.<\/p>\n The anger disappeared.<\/p>\n Then the color drained from it.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. That can’t be right.\u201d<\/p>\n Another pause.<\/p>\n \u201cYou’re telling me Emma owns the entire property?\u201d<\/p>\n My sister stopped moving.<\/p>\n Dad slowly looked at me.<\/p>\n Martin continued speaking.<\/p>\n Dad’s expression became increasingly confused.<\/p>\n \u201cWait. The launch contract?\u201d<\/p>\n He swallowed.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat contract?\u201d<\/p>\n I knew exactly what Martin was telling him.<\/p>\n Melanie had been communicating with Willow Ridge for weeks.<\/p>\n She had told everyone she had secured the estate for her launch.<\/p>\n She had apparently even arranged additional lighting, catering, security, and a stage.<\/p>\n All under the assumption that my family could use the property.<\/p>\n Dad ended the call.<\/p>\n Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n Finally, I said, \u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad stared at me.<\/p>\n \u201cYou own Willow Ridge?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou never told us.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou never asked.\u201d<\/p>\n Melanie’s face had gone pale.<\/p>\n \u201cYou mean my launch is canceled?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI canceled every arrangement made under my ownership.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou can’t do that!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad suddenly looked furious again.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is unbelievable.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cWhat’s unbelievable is that you thought you could take my wedding weekend from me because you believed Melanie’s business mattered more.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad opened his mouth.<\/p>\n His phone rang again.<\/p>\n This time, he didn’t answer immediately.<\/p>\n The caller ID showed Martin.<\/p>\n Dad finally picked up.<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n He listened.<\/p>\n Then his expression changed again.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n Melanie stepped closer.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cMartin says the estate’s corporate account has also been frozen.\u201d<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat corporate account?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cApparently Melanie’s company has been using Willow Ridge’s preferred-vendor account.\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t understand.<\/p>\n Martin explained it to Dad over the phone.<\/p>\n Months earlier, Melanie had contacted several vendors through the estate’s event network.<\/p>\n She had told them she was coordinating with Willow Ridge.<\/p>\n She had used the estate’s name to obtain preferred pricing.<\/p>\n In some cases, invoices had been delayed because vendors believed Willow Ridge was involved.<\/p>\n Martin had discovered the issue while reviewing the launch arrangements.<\/p>\n That was why he had called.<\/p>\n There was a significant amount of paperwork to unwind.<\/p>\n But there was something else.<\/p>\n Dad ended the call and sat down.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n I asked.<\/p>\n He rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n \u201cYour sister’s company owes several vendors money.\u201d<\/p>\n Melanie immediately protested.<\/p>\n \u201cThat isn’t true.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cMartin said there are unpaid invoices.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThose are pending.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUnder Willow Ridge’s name.\u201d<\/p>\n Melanie’s silence said enough.<\/p>\n I felt no satisfaction.<\/p>\n Only exhaustion.<\/p>\n I turned toward the window.<\/p>\n \u201cDad, I don’t want to fight with you.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cThen why are you doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I finally stopped fighting myself.\u201d<\/p>\n He didn’t understand.<\/p>\n So I explained.<\/p>\n \u201cFor years, every time you chose Melanie, I told myself there must be a reason. When you helped her buy her first car, I told myself she needed it more. When you paid her rent, I told myself she was struggling. When you invested in her company, I told myself she had potential.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked directly at him.<\/p>\n \u201cBut when you asked me to cancel my wedding for her, there was nothing left to explain.\u201d<\/p>\n Melanie started crying.<\/p>\n But I didn’t move toward her.<\/p>\n She had cried before.<\/p>\n Usually, someone else ended up comforting her.<\/p>\n This time, I let the silence remain.<\/p>\n The following morning, Martin came to my office.<\/p>\n He brought a folder.<\/p>\n \u201cI thought you should see this.\u201d<\/p>\n Inside were copies of contracts Melanie had arranged.<\/p>\n Some were legitimate agreements with vendors.<\/p>\n Others were emails where she had implied that Willow Ridge was sponsoring or hosting her launch.<\/p>\n There was no evidence she had intended to steal anything.<\/p>\n But she had been careless.<\/p>\n And she had allowed vendors to believe she had authorization she did not have.<\/p>\n Martin had already contacted them.<\/p>\n The estate would not be responsible for her company’s debts.<\/p>\n I signed the necessary notices.<\/p>\n Then Martin placed another document on the desk.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is the part your father was asking about.\u201d<\/p>\n I read it.<\/p>\n It concerned a family investment account.<\/p>\n Years earlier, my grandfather had established a small investment fund for his grandchildren.<\/p>\n My father had managed it after my grandfather died.<\/p>\n I had always assumed my portion had been distributed years ago.<\/p>\n It hadn’t.<\/p>\n My share had remained invested.<\/p>\n And according to the records, Dad had used the family account as collateral for a business loan connected to Melanie’s company.<\/p>\n My signature wasn’t on the documents.<\/p>\n Neither was my consent.<\/p>\n I stared at Martin.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI’ve already asked the attorney to review it.\u201d<\/p>\n The attorney confirmed what the documents showed.<\/p>\n Dad hadn’t legally transferred my ownership.<\/p>\n But he had used his authority over the family investment structure in a way that required correction.<\/p>\n It was not a matter of simply taking money from him.<\/p>\n It required lawyers, records, and formal accounting.<\/p>\n For the first time, I understood what Martin meant when he said Dad had more to lose than a venue.<\/p>\n He had been treating family resources as if they were his personal emergency fund for Melanie.<\/p>\n Now the records were being reviewed.<\/p>\n The next week was ugly.<\/p>\n There were meetings.<\/p>\n Lawyers.<\/p>\n Accountants.<\/p>\n Bank statements.<\/p>\n Vendor calls.<\/p>\n My father became increasingly defensive.<\/p>\n Melanie became increasingly quiet.<\/p>\n Mom called me three times.<\/p>\n The first time, she said I was destroying the family.<\/p>\n The second time, she said Melanie was having panic attacks.<\/p>\n The third time, she simply said:<\/p>\n \u201cYour father didn’t mean it that way.\u201d<\/p>\n I answered quietly.<\/p>\n \u201cMom, what did he mean?\u201d<\/p>\n She had no answer.<\/p>\n Six weeks later, Owen and I got married.<\/p>\n There were no dramatic cancellations.<\/p>\n No screaming.<\/p>\n No family confrontation.<\/p>\n We simply reduced the guest list.<\/p>\n People who genuinely loved us stayed.<\/p>\n Friends.<\/p>\n Owen’s parents.<\/p>\n My closest colleagues.<\/p>\n A few cousins who privately admitted they had known the favoritism existed but had been afraid to say anything.<\/p>\n The ceremony took place under an old oak tree.<\/p>\n The weather was perfect.<\/p>\n Owen held my hands.<\/p>\n \u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n I smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI am now.\u201d<\/p>\n He kissed my forehead.<\/p>\n \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI love you too.\u201d<\/p>\n When I walked down the aisle, I didn’t look toward the empty seats where my parents should have been.<\/p>\n I looked at Owen.<\/p>\n That was enough.<\/p>\n After the ceremony, Martin quietly approached me.<\/p>\n \u201cYour father is here.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart skipped.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOutside the gate.\u201d<\/p>\n I hesitated.<\/p>\n Then I walked toward him.<\/p>\n Dad stood beside his car.<\/p>\n He looked older than he had six weeks earlier.<\/p>\n He didn’t look angry.<\/p>\n He looked tired.<\/p>\n \u201cI won’t stay,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n I waited.<\/p>\n \u201cI just wanted to see you get married.\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t know what to say.<\/p>\n He looked toward the estate.<\/p>\n \u201cYou built all this.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI thought you were just helping manage it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI underestimated you.\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t correct him.<\/p>\n After a moment, he said, \u201cThe family account is being repaired. Your grandfather’s money will be separated properly. I’m paying back what was improperly used.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s between you and the attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked down.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd Melanie’s company is struggling.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe may have to shut down.\u201d<\/p>\n I took a breath.<\/p>\n \u201cDad, I’m sorry she’s struggling.\u201d<\/p>\n His eyes lifted.<\/p>\n \u201cBut?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut I can’t fix it.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n For the first time in my life, he seemed to understand.<\/p>\n He took something from his pocket.<\/p>\n It was a small envelope.<\/p>\n \u201cYour grandfather left this for you.\u201d<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cMy grandfather?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI found it among his papers years ago. I should have given it to you then.\u201d<\/p>\n I opened it.<\/p>\n Inside was a short handwritten note.<\/p>\n Emma,<\/em><\/p>\n Your father thinks strength means carrying everyone.<\/em><\/p>\n You will learn that sometimes strength means deciding what you are no longer willing to carry.<\/em><\/p>\n Build something that belongs to you.<\/em><\/p>\n And don’t let anyone convince you that loving your family requires losing yourself.<\/em><\/p>\n I stared at the words.<\/p>\n My grandfather had written them years before Willow Ridge existed.<\/p>\n Yet somehow they felt perfectly timed.<\/p>\n Dad wiped his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI should have given you that a long time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n It was the first time my father had ever said those words to me.<\/p>\n Not I’m sorry you feel hurt.<\/em><\/p>\n Not you misunderstood.<\/em><\/p>\n Not family should stick together.<\/em><\/p>\n Just:<\/p>\n \u201cI was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n I folded the letter carefully.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded.<\/p>\n Then he walked back to his car.<\/p>\n I watched him leave.<\/p>\n I didn’t chase him.<\/p>\n I didn’t hate him either.<\/p>\n Some relationships don’t heal because someone says sorry once.<\/p>\n They heal only when behavior changes.<\/p>\n Willow Ridge was busier than ever.<\/p>\n My event company had grown.<\/p>\n Owen and I had settled into married life.<\/p>\n Melanie’s original company didn’t survive.<\/p>\n But she did.<\/p>\n She eventually closed it, paid what she could, worked for another company for a while, and later started a smaller business with a partner.<\/p>\n This time, she did everything properly.<\/p>\n No borrowed family resources.<\/p>\n No pretending someone else had approved something.<\/p>\n No assuming Dad would rescue her.<\/p>\n My parents attended our first anniversary dinner.<\/p>\n There were only six of us.<\/p>\n The conversation was awkward at first.<\/p>\n Then Mom looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cI owe you an apology too.\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t answer immediately.<\/p>\n She continued.<\/p>\n \u201cI kept telling myself that Melanie needed us more.\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cShe did need help sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n Mom looked down.<\/p>\n \u201cBut so did you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI just didn’t notice.\u201d<\/p>\n I smiled faintly.<\/p>\n \u201cI think you noticed. You just assumed I’d be okay.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cThat might be worse.\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t disagree.<\/p>\n Dad raised his glass.<\/p>\n \u201cTo Emma and Owen.\u201d<\/p>\n Everyone lifted their glasses.<\/p>\n Then Dad said something that surprised me.<\/p>\n \u201cTo Emma,\u201d he added, \u201cfor finally saying no.\u201d<\/p>\n I laughed.<\/p>\n It was the first family dinner in years where nobody expected me to surrender something so someone else could have more.<\/p>\n And I realized that was the real thing I had gained.<\/p>\n It wasn’t Willow Ridge.<\/p>\n It wasn’t the money.<\/p>\n It wasn’t the business.<\/p>\n It wasn’t even the wedding.<\/p>\n It was the freedom to stop auditioning for a place in my own family.<\/p>\n For years, I had believed being a good daughter meant being understanding.<\/p>\n Being flexible.<\/p>\n Being patient.<\/p>\n Being the one who could handle it.<\/p>\n But love without boundaries had slowly turned into permission for people to keep taking.<\/p>\n The day my father demanded that I cancel my wedding, he thought he was asking me to sacrifice one weekend.<\/p>\n He didn’t realize he was asking me to sacrifice myself again.<\/p>\n And this time, I finally said no.<\/p>\n Not because I wanted to punish my family.<\/p>\n Not because I wanted them to lose everything.<\/p>\n But because I had finally understood something my grandfather had tried to teach me years before:<\/p>\n You can love your family without giving them ownership of your life.<\/p>\n And sometimes the most important word a person can learn to say is the smallest one.<\/p>\n No.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Six weeks before my wedding to Owen, my father demanded that I cancel it so my sister could hold her business launch that same weekend. \u201cMelanie\u2019s future comes first,\u201d Dad … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":105805,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-105828","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-relaxing-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105828","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=105828"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105828\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":105829,"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105828\/revisions\/105829"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/105805"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=105828"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=105828"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/relaxingstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=105828"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe Weekend That Was Supposed to Be Mine<\/h3>\n
\nWhat Dad Had Never Known<\/h3>\n
\nThe Wedding<\/h3>\n
\nOne Year Later<\/h3>\n