{"id":38339,"date":"2026-02-09T08:45:49","date_gmt":"2026-02-09T01:45:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339"},"modified":"2026-02-09T08:45:49","modified_gmt":"2026-02-09T01:45:49","slug":"after-five-years-of-bathing-him-helping-him-move-and-acting-as-his-round-the-clock-caregiver-i-accidentally-overheard-my-paralyzed-husband-laughing-with-a-stranger-he-casually-called-me-his","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339","title":{"rendered":"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent."},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

When people hear the phrase five years, it sounds insignificant\u2014like a brief passage, a few pages easily skimmed. But when those years aren\u2019t marked by seasons or holidays, when they\u2019re counted instead in fluorescent hospital halls, pill organizers, and the sharp, lingering smell of disinfectant that clings to your skin, time behaves differently. It thickens. It settles heavily in your lungs. It turns into a burden you haul forward instead of a space you inhabit.<\/p>\n

My name is Marianne Cortez. I\u2019m thirty-two years old, and the woman in my reflection feels like a stranger. Her posture is curved inward, as though she\u2019s constantly bracing herself. Dark circles frame eyes that rest never seems to reach. And my hands\u2014my hands reveal everything. Raw from constant washing. Calloused from lifting a body never meant to be carried alone. Shaped by wheelchair handles and hospital bed rails.<\/p>\n

Once, my life was simple. Hopeful, even. I met my husband, Lucas Cortez, at a local fundraiser in Boulder. He had an ease about him that made people feel seen, singled out. When he spoke, attention followed. When he smiled, it felt personal. We married fast, driven by plans that seemed solid and mutual\u2014kids, travel, a bigger house somewhere quieter. A future that felt deserved.<\/p>\n

That future ended on a bend of highway outside Golden, a curve everyone warned about and everyone thought they could manage. Lucas was driving home from a regional sales conference when a drunk driver crossed the median. The crash destroyed the car, spared his life, and took the use of his legs.<\/p>\n

At Front Range Medical Pavilion, the neurologist explained the damage calmly, clinically. His words carried certainty. When he finished, silence filled the room so completely it felt physical.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t cry. I held Lucas\u2019s hand and promised I wasn\u2019t going anywhere. I said we\u2019d find a way forward. I believed love meant persistence.<\/p>\n

What I didn\u2019t realize was how quietly sacrifice can erode a person.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

The years blurred into repetition. Pre-dawn alarms. Medication charts taped to the fridge. Insurance calls that led nowhere. Sleeping on the couch so I\u2019d hear him if he needed me. I learned how to lift without injury, how to smile through exhaustion, how to swallow resentment while strangers praised my strength.<\/p>\n

One Tuesday\u2014indistinguishable from countless others\u2014my alarm rang at four-thirty. The city was dark, cold, silent enough to amplify every thought. I dressed for practicality, not pride, and mentally recited the day\u2019s tasks.<\/p>\n

Lucas had been craving pastries from a bakery near the hospital. He said hospital meals made him feel like a burden. I convinced myself that something warm and familiar might help.<\/p>\n

The bakery glowed when I arrived. Butter and sugar filled the air, and for a moment, I pretended I was just another woman buying breakfast for someone she loved.<\/p>\n

The cashier smiled. \u201cWhat can I get you?\u201d<\/strong><\/h1>\n

\u201cTwo cinnamon rolls, a box of plain pastries, and a black coffee,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

I paid carefully and drove toward the hospital, the bag on the seat beside me, imagining Lucas\u2019s reaction.<\/p>\n

Inside, the familiar bite of antiseptic met me. A volunteer mentioned Lucas was in the courtyard with another patient. I headed toward the glass doors, smoothing my hair, trying to appear less worn.<\/p>\n

Then I heard him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou adjust,\u201d Lucas said. \u201cPeople think it\u2019s tragic, but honestly, there are perks.\u201d<\/p>\n

The other man laughed. \u201cYour wife does everything. That doesn\u2019t bother you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would it?\u201d Lucas replied easily. \u201cMarianne\u2019s dependable. She doesn\u2019t leave. She has nowhere else to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stopped just out of view, my breath trapped in my chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cSounds like you made out well,\u201d the man said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did,\u201d Lucas answered. \u201cFull care, no cost. No facilities. No bills. Just patience and hope keeping her right where she is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about your estate?\u201d the man asked.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Lowering his voice slightly\u2014though not enough\u2014Lucas said, \u201cThat\u2019s secured for my son and my sister. Blood stays blood. Marianne thinks loyalty guarantees permanence.\u201d<\/p>\n

They laughed together.<\/p>\n

I stood there holding a bag of pastries that suddenly felt grotesque. What I thought was love had become convenience. What I gave freely had turned into control.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t confront him. I didn\u2019t cry. I turned away and dropped the bag into a trash bin near the exit.<\/p>\n

Walking back to my car, something settled inside me. Anger burned\u2014but beneath it was clarity. Reacting would cost me everything. Waiting would give me my life back.<\/p>\n

Lucas texted minutes later, complaining about hunger, asking where I was. I replied evenly that my car had stalled and I\u2019d be late.<\/p>\n

Instead of going home, I drove to the county library. I sat among the shelves, opened my laptop, and felt my hands steady for the first time in years.<\/p>\n

Over the next weeks, I was precise. I kept caring for Lucas. Kept the routine. Kept playing the role he expected\u2014while quietly collecting evidence. Financial records. Legal documents. Insurance policies that excluded me. Legally recorded conversations. Meticulous notes.<\/p>\n

I called an old colleague, Natalie Grayson. She listened without interrupting, then gave me the name of an attorney known for strategy, not sentiment. Evelyn Porter didn\u2019t offer comfort. She offered a plan.<\/p>\n

By the time Lucas understood what was happening, it was done. Accounts frozen. Papers filed. The story reframed\u2014from abandonment to exploitation.<\/p>\n

He called me cruel. His family called me disloyal. None of it mattered.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

The day I moved out, I felt no drama\u2014only relief. The door closing behind me wasn\u2019t an ending. It was freedom.<\/p>\n

Months later, the hospital contacted me when Lucas was admitted again. I declined involvement. His care now rested with the people he\u2019d chosen.<\/p>\n

Today, I sit in a bright caf\u00e9 Natalie and I opened together. I write during the slow hours, watching strangers pass, each carrying lives I no longer fear or envy.<\/p>\n

I am no longer a shadow holding someone else upright.<\/p>\n

I am whole.<\/p>\n

And once dignity is reclaimed, it does not ask permission to stay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

When people hear the phrase five years, it sounds insignificant\u2014like a brief passage, a few pages easily skimmed. But when those years aren\u2019t marked by seasons or holidays, when they\u2019re counted instead in fluorescent hospital halls, pill organizers, and the sharp, lingering smell of disinfectant that clings to your skin, time behaves differently. It thickens.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":38342,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[36,42,37,43],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-38339","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-moral","8":"category-moral-stories","9":"category-new","10":"category-relationship"},"yoast_head":"\nAfter five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent.<\/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:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent.\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"When people hear the phrase five years, it sounds insignificant\u2014like a brief passage, a few pages easily skimmed. But when those years aren\u2019t marked by seasons or holidays, when they\u2019re counted instead in fluorescent hospital halls, pill organizers, and the sharp, lingering smell of disinfectant that clings to your skin, time behaves differently. It thickens.\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"kaylestore.net\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-02-09T01:45:49+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gnp.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1200\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Julia\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Julia\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"5 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\\\/\\\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"Article\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339#article\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339\"},\"author\":{\"name\":\"Julia\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/#\\\/schema\\\/person\\\/1bc82d03db42b803b999373aaecef92a\"},\"headline\":\"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent.\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-02-09T01:45:49+00:00\",\"mainEntityOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339\"},\"wordCount\":1072,\"commentCount\":0,\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.b-cdn.net\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2026\\\/02\\\/gnp.jpg\",\"articleSection\":[\"Moral\",\"Moral Stories\",\"New\",\"Relationship\"],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"CommentAction\",\"name\":\"Comment\",\"target\":[\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339#respond\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339\",\"name\":\"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent.\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.b-cdn.net\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2026\\\/02\\\/gnp.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-02-09T01:45:49+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/#\\\/schema\\\/person\\\/1bc82d03db42b803b999373aaecef92a\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.b-cdn.net\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2026\\\/02\\\/gnp.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.b-cdn.net\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2026\\\/02\\\/gnp.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1200},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?p=38339#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent.\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/\",\"name\":\"kaylestore.net\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/#\\\/schema\\\/person\\\/1bc82d03db42b803b999373aaecef92a\",\"name\":\"Julia\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/secure.gravatar.com\\\/avatar\\\/e0b6f51997a364fe5a15fc666f07a568e04f3478372e3d051832bba46ceb86ec?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/secure.gravatar.com\\\/avatar\\\/e0b6f51997a364fe5a15fc666f07a568e04f3478372e3d051832bba46ceb86ec?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/secure.gravatar.com\\\/avatar\\\/e0b6f51997a364fe5a15fc666f07a568e04f3478372e3d051832bba46ceb86ec?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Julia\"},\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/kaylestore.net\\\/?author=4\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent.","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:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent.","og_description":"When people hear the phrase five years, it sounds insignificant\u2014like a brief passage, a few pages easily skimmed. But when those years aren\u2019t marked by seasons or holidays, when they\u2019re counted instead in fluorescent hospital halls, pill organizers, and the sharp, lingering smell of disinfectant that clings to your skin, time behaves differently. It thickens.","og_url":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339","og_site_name":"kaylestore.net","article_published_time":"2026-02-09T01:45:49+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1200,"url":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gnp.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Julia","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Julia","Est. reading time":"5 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"Article","@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339#article","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339"},"author":{"name":"Julia","@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/#\/schema\/person\/1bc82d03db42b803b999373aaecef92a"},"headline":"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent.","datePublished":"2026-02-09T01:45:49+00:00","mainEntityOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339"},"wordCount":1072,"commentCount":0,"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/kaylestore.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gnp.jpg","articleSection":["Moral","Moral Stories","New","Relationship"],"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"CommentAction","name":"Comment","target":["https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339#respond"]}]},{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339","url":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339","name":"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent.","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/kaylestore.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gnp.jpg","datePublished":"2026-02-09T01:45:49+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/#\/schema\/person\/1bc82d03db42b803b999373aaecef92a"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/kaylestore.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gnp.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/kaylestore.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gnp.jpg","width":1000,"height":1200},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?p=38339#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his \u201cfree servant\u201d and bragged that he wouldn\u2019t leave me a cent."}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/#website","url":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/","name":"kaylestore.net","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/#\/schema\/person\/1bc82d03db42b803b999373aaecef92a","name":"Julia","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e0b6f51997a364fe5a15fc666f07a568e04f3478372e3d051832bba46ceb86ec?s=96&d=mm&r=g","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e0b6f51997a364fe5a15fc666f07a568e04f3478372e3d051832bba46ceb86ec?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e0b6f51997a364fe5a15fc666f07a568e04f3478372e3d051832bba46ceb86ec?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Julia"},"url":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/?author=4"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38339","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=38339"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38339\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38343,"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38339\/revisions\/38343"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/38342"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=38339"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=38339"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kaylestore.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=38339"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}