{"id":237,"date":"2025-12-06T09:21:52","date_gmt":"2025-12-06T09:21:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/?p=237"},"modified":"2025-12-06T09:22:30","modified_gmt":"2025-12-06T09:22:30","slug":"i-kept-helping-my-son-and-dil-until-i-discovered-the-truth-about-her-illness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/?p=237","title":{"rendered":"I Kept Helping My Son And DIL, Until I Discovered The Truth About Her \u201cIllness\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-cover aligncenter is-light mycontentblock has-medium-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50);padding-top:0;padding-bottom:0;min-height:240px;aspect-ratio:unset;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"186\" class=\"wp-block-cover__image-background wp-image-198 size-large\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-1024x186.png\" style=\"object-position:50% 50%\" data-object-fit=\"cover\" data-object-position=\"50% 50%\" srcset=\"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-1024x186.png 1024w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-300x54.png 300w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-768x139.png 768w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-1536x279.png 1536w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-2048x372.png 2048w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-1320x239.png 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><span aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-cover__background has-background-dim-0 has-background-dim\"><\/span><div class=\"wp-block-cover__inner-container is-layout-constrained wp-block-cover-is-layout-constrained\">\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center my-cover-title has-ast-global-color-2-color has-ast-global-color-4-background-color has-text-color has-background has-link-color has-medium-font-size wp-elements-941823b62b897df3f1fe967f38739594\"><strong>I Kept Helping My Son And DIL, Until I Discovered The Truth About Her \u201cIllness\u201d<br><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n    atOptions = {\n        'key' : '9e49f4ce267f7bab92bbdb38b733742b',\n        'format' : 'iframe',\n        'height' : 90,\n        'width' : 728,\n        'params' : {}\n    };\n<\/script>\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"\/\/brillianceremisswhistled.com\/9e49f4ce267f7bab92bbdb38b733742b\/invoke.js\"><\/script>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-24cb417c55d78127ef4840957338bfe7\">I kept helping my son and DIL, even after they took loans for a lavish honeymoon. Bills piled up. During her illness, they begged for money again. It hurt to see my son struggle, but I was outraged to find that while pretending they were broke, she was posting designer handbags and brunch photos on Instagram.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a9d2a375e156929064177e756c0a7342\">At first, I thought I was just being paranoid. Maybe those photos were old. Maybe she scheduled them, who knows? But the dates matched. One picture, a Louis Vuitton bag with the caption \u201ctreat yourself,\u201d was posted the same day they begged me for help to \u201ccover her medical expenses.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-39da0ac3fa4e85aaf8769bf0b94f12b7\">I didn\u2019t say anything at first. I just kept quiet, hoping there was a reasonable explanation. I didn\u2019t want to believe my daughter-in-law was lying about being sick, not after I\u2019d wired them over $2,000 that month alone. But something in my gut just wouldn\u2019t sit right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-8a090e97f539d70c6ee624263cc323a0\">A week later, my son called, voice shaky. \u201cMom, we might lose the apartment if we don\u2019t come up with rent by Friday.\u201d I asked about the medical bills. He said they hadn\u2019t paid them yet either. Said they were trying to stay afloat. My heart sank. He sounded exhausted, broken. So I sent another $800.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-232c9ed79a2da4f7ff684aeaf74d8d8d\">That night, I couldn\u2019t sleep. I stayed up scrolling through her social media. There she was\u2014glowing, smiling, holding a mimosa at some rooftop bar downtown. The caption read: \u201cSurround yourself with luxury. You deserve it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-082cbff226abecd216ca90b6bd92e030\">Luxury?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-5428d408b90f6937be3f623fbb143b90\">I sat there on my bed, holding my phone, shaking with confusion. My husband, who passed five years ago, always warned me to keep healthy boundaries when it came to money. But I just couldn\u2019t turn away from my own child. Not when he was hurting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ccaa2676b47c7386ae833d3795af1e2e\">The next morning, I decided to pay them a surprise visit. I baked banana bread like I used to when my son was younger and drove across town.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-7ec6b6e35ef8273bc14e1ebc76d8b35b\">When I knocked, she opened the door. Her face dropped when she saw me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-99d2cecb6e82be82960f794ddfc80e44\">\u201cOh! We weren\u2019t expecting anyone,\u201d she said, blocking the doorway a little too obviously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-8f373ffcd06ab9d638452c7178089945\">I forced a smile. \u201cI just brought some banana bread. Thought I\u2019d check in. How are you feeling?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4c6b26edf973831f55fa01b807cd4d00\">She hesitated. \u201cStill weak, you know. Doctor says it\u2019ll be a long recovery.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-27a846cb36b653bbffe5520b6913f0cc\">I nodded, watching her closely. She looked\u2026 well. Perfectly healthy, in fact. Clear skin, bright eyes, no sign of fatigue or weakness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-05a34296b94133d9a5746dae57e1ed02\">My son appeared behind her, surprised but happy to see me. He hugged me tightly and took the bread. \u201cThanks, Mom. We\u2019ve been so stressed. This means a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-71ca3be4b7291fb013f33304659e8fb2\">I looked around the apartment. Everything looked new. Fresh curtains. A new flatscreen TV. A gaming console. When I asked, my son said they \u201chad it all on credit.\u201d Said they were just trying to keep life feeling normal. But something didn\u2019t add up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b9d619b531a1bb0a37b670e276c0c575\">Later that evening, I sat with them at the kitchen table. She excused herself to \u201crest,\u201d and I asked my son gently, \u201cCan I see her medical paperwork? Maybe I can help you apply for assistance or find a better clinic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b702618b4b63f707a77f1ee170872e79\">He looked uncomfortable. \u201cMom, I\u2026 I don\u2019t want to burden you with the details.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a56ad46ae488cb39bdeaddf37fc9be0e\">\u201cBut I already am burdened, sweetheart,\u201d I said softly. \u201cI just want to help the right way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2ac337e18947a95f5e05fd63515f4266\">He sighed. \u201cI don\u2019t even know anymore, Mom. Sometimes she cancels appointments. Says she\u2019s too tired. Other days she\u2019s out with friends. But then she cries and says I don\u2019t support her enough. I\u2019m so confused.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-bb8ea876e568f98fca6793fc1c110220\">That was the moment my heart broke for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-1399a513a8d5af21d2f7a2c7d36b4dad\">He wasn\u2019t lying. He truly didn\u2019t know what was happening. He was stuck between love and suspicion, just like I was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-fd25311a1e43b8656944caad08e6a793\">Over the next few weeks, I started doing my own research. I spoke to a friend who worked in billing at one of the clinics my daughter-in-law claimed to visit. No record of her ever being treated there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-68ea85d9709196a8d27f4644e5595f89\">I kept my findings to myself but continued visiting. Each time, I\u2019d drop subtle hints, asking about her symptoms, her medications. She often changed her story or brushed me off. Eventually, I caught her in a lie. She claimed she had a rare autoimmune condition\u2014but named a disease that only affects men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e7e8b39be8f4612bfd71236c20a89dd8\">I looked it up right after I left. That night, I cried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-cb7bbe6faec600422a024d03a7e007c0\">It wasn\u2019t just about the money anymore. It was about betrayal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-092e9f088bed268ef402833f17c2f18e\">I gave them thousands. Skipped vacations, postponed home repairs, and dipped into savings. All for what?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0d08b999eddc39ddf8479e1f40ff4b88\">But I didn\u2019t lash out. Instead, I made a plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-27c4ee46d31de803dcb633ef1faf31b1\">First, I stopped giving money directly. When my son asked again, I told him gently that I needed to take care of some \u201cpersonal financial priorities.\u201d He understood. He didn\u2019t push.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d86aabde6187e597bb7ffe22b3526b60\">Then, I helped him subtly. Groceries delivered anonymously. Gas cards slipped into his coat pocket. I left baked meals at their door when I knew he\u2019d be the one to answer. I didn\u2019t want to punish him for someone else\u2019s manipulation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-1cd1fe5a9c7a77b5c189a7d9102d243f\">But the turning point came one Sunday afternoon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-202ea57afb983b77f3392ecf0a164f75\">My son showed up at my door\u2014alone. He looked worn, his eyes puffy from crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a4e359dbaaf5c05afae0af5c9a462d3e\">\u201cShe left,\u201d he said, voice hoarse. \u201cPacked her stuff while I was at work. Took my laptop, the rent money, and even my headphones. Just left a note.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6dc774993038f9c08b72c51e407fd7f8\">The note, he later told me, was only five words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e4db804261ae944ea822fd07361d764c\">\u201cYou never truly loved me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-952cbc769e0ce9f812350d989a8cacdb\">He was devastated. Angry, confused, ashamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-47a3885641661c93499c3c924e8fc736\">\u201cShe said I was controlling. That I never let her be herself. But all I did was try to make ends meet. I worked extra shifts. I stayed up with her when she cried. And the whole time, she was lying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-de72434f944b51bc09233a67fe113d0c\">I held him like I hadn\u2019t since he was a child. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe things would get better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-04acbd4e08e5acb86e7d97c41214dd2e\">Over the next few months, he moved in with me. Got a job closer to home. He started going to therapy. Slowly, he began to laugh again. Not the forced chuckle he\u2019d had for years, but a real laugh\u2014the kind that made his eyes crinkle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4a1a86b273381381344d9957a8fc3e67\">One day, while cleaning the garage, we found an old box of his drawings. He used to love art as a kid but gave it up when things got busy. I encouraged him to pick it up again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-36e4cc0967fc6e112bf33124167077ef\">And he did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ee070df17d725beb8a7fed052810f59a\">He started with small sketches. Then digital art. Before long, he opened a small Etsy shop. Just for fun, he said. But it took off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a14e427fdd638d857761ea9bd7dd40fb\">People loved his style. He made enough to pay off some of his credit card debt. Then more. Then he got commissioned for a logo by a local caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-56b41221b709dad7de38173ddc799870\">Things were looking up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e296b68585e107bf3c9c2e9795d992a8\">One day, while we were having tea, he said, \u201cYou know, Mom, I think I lost myself in that relationship. I kept trying to fix things that weren\u2019t mine to fix.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9420e2096a27f5454d53e8d8abe72edf\">I nodded. \u201cYou loved her. That\u2019s not a weakness.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-291b475f14767fbaa339fd3a13503d29\">He smiled. \u201cYeah. But I\u2019ve learned now. Love doesn\u2019t mean losing yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6f4cdaf2da6dcc0c069f4dd2dff5f855\">Then came the twist none of us expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0867441f2afdf8a8163f868b8801fe37\">About a year later, he got a message from a woman named Marisol. She\u2019d been dating someone who turned out to be using a fake identity. A man with multiple social media accounts, lies, and a history of manipulating women. Turns out, it was my son\u2019s ex\u2014posing as a man online to scam women for money and gifts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c802f72165f1da3c8d031c4592ef10e1\">Marisol had tracked her down after finding strange overlaps in stories and pictures. She wanted to warn others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9d2ad379fb931efc22e8296e88e2218b\">My son was shocked. He had no idea the level of deception.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c75eca91af20d9b77229467b152c7081\">But instead of anger, he felt relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-10fd42070dd0a1e6e48c5b9c2023e062\">\u201cShe was never really sick. Never really in love. I was just a stop on her path of taking from people.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-79f6f297ce3a909014b5e0cf8a22521c\">We both sat in silence for a while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f64c3df7dac70eddf9c91ac7c3df9823\">Then he said something I\u2019ll never forget.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e68a7487172be772f9e263f176b161dd\">\u201cBut you know what? I wouldn\u2019t take it back. Because if I hadn\u2019t gone through that, I wouldn\u2019t be here now. Living with you. Starting over. Making art again. I needed to lose that version of myself to find this one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-202e4015344cb9bc54ed4857971c0b1c\">Today, my son lives in a small but bright apartment he pays for himself. His art business is growing. He\u2019s mentoring kids at the community center who love to draw but can\u2019t afford classes. Every Friday, we still have tea together. Sometimes we laugh about the past. Sometimes we don\u2019t talk at all. Just sit in peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6c8a815148df75d2c8aaed30ef8d5764\">As for me, I\u2019ve learned something too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2a66ae23830b5b9e8a83cafb20188633\">Helping people is good. But enabling lies\u2014especially at the cost of your own peace\u2014is not kindness. It\u2019s self-abandonment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a2a5928601f83e333fe2521df8a5acaf\">I still help people. I always will. But I ask questions now. I trust my instincts. And I understand that real love\u2014whether from a child, a partner, or a friend\u2014doesn\u2019t need to be bought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-54ca08008e55fd9192d9cf795459bf8f\">So if you\u2019ve ever been used, manipulated, or guilt-tripped into giving more than you could, let this be a reminder:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4389e536de6449aed284db49883fdef8\">You are not stupid. You are not weak. You were kind. And kindness is never a mistake\u2014even if it\u2019s not returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f7053d800a9719db84c11b0d00ff484c\">But don\u2019t lose yourself trying to prove your worth to someone who never saw it in the first place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-099e35a42a3fa6fd6f46ccbb4164d074\">Let go. Heal. And when you\u2019re ready, start again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d7021ae369b65392ff95327b058847c5\">Like my son did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2b23f3857e59291c9755afe534607b12\">Like I did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4c94901b4954074449cc3bc7a1a643ed\">If this story moved you, feel free to like and share it. You never know who needs to read this today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I kept helping my son and DIL, even after they took loans for a lavish honeymoon. Bills piled up. During her illness, they begged for money again. 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