{"id":5785,"date":"2026-08-14T14:47:02","date_gmt":"2026-08-14T14:47:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/?p=5785"},"modified":"2026-08-14T14:47:04","modified_gmt":"2026-08-14T14:47:04","slug":"part-2-my-boyfriend-ignored-me-for-one-month-then-posted-another-woman-this-time-i-left","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/?p=5785","title":{"rendered":"PART 2 \u2013 My boyfriend ignored me for one month, then posted another woman. This time, I left."},"content":{"rendered":"
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PART 2 \u2014 THE DAY HE REALIZED I WASN\u2019T COMING BACK<\/strong><\/h5>\n

Three days after I moved into apartment 601, Adrian Shaw turned twenty-nine.
\nFor three years, I had made his birthday a production.
\nNot because he asked me to.
\nBecause I had convinced myself that loving someone meant remembering every tiny thing they liked and turning those details into proof that they mattered.
\nHis favorite chocolate cake came from a bakery forty minutes across town.
\nHe hated balloons but liked candles.
\nHe preferred steak medium rare, hated surprise parties, and always complained that birthday cards were \u201ca waste of money,\u201d even though I had caught him keeping every card I ever gave him in the bottom drawer of his desk.<\/p>\n

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Last year, I had saved for two months to buy him the watch he wanted.
\nThe year before that, I had driven four hours to find a signed copy of a book he mentioned once.
\nAnd every year, no matter how badly we had been fighting beforehand, I was the first person to call him at midnight.
\nThis year, midnight came.
\nAnd I was asleep.
\nI learned what happened later from my former coworker, Hannah.
\nShe was the only person from my old life who had my new number.
\nAt 8:06 the next morning, she texted me.
\n\u201cPaula, I don\u2019t know if you want to hear this.\u201d
\nI was sitting on the floor of my empty kitchen eating cereal from a coffee mug because I still hadn\u2019t bought bowls.<\/p>\n

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Matthew had left a note outside my door that morning.
\nThere\u2019s a decent thrift store three blocks east if you need furniture. Don\u2019t pay full price for anything in this building. Everything breaks.
\nUnderneath, he had drawn a terrible little picture of a collapsing chair.
\nI smiled before answering Hannah.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nThree dots appeared.
\nDisappeared.
\nAppeared again.
\n\u201cAdrian came to the office yesterday.\u201d
\nI stopped chewing.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cHe was looking for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

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I stared at the message.
\nThere was a time those words would have sent electricity through my entire body.
\nAdrian was looking for me.
\nAdrian missed me.
\nAdrian wanted me back.
\nI would have built an entire fantasy from five words.
\nNow I simply typed:
\n\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d
\n\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t say.\u201d
\nAnother message arrived.
\n\u201cBut he was angry.\u201d
\nThat made me laugh.
\nNot loudly.
\nJust one short sound in my empty kitchen.<\/p>\n

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Of course he was angry.
\nNot sad.
\nNot ashamed.
\nNot apologetic.
\nAngry.
\nBecause the woman he had publicly humiliated had failed to follow the script.
\nHannah continued.
\n\u201cHe kept asking where you moved.\u201d
\n\u201cI hope you didn\u2019t tell him.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know where you moved.\u201d
\n\u201cExactly.\u201d
\nThen she sent something that made me put down the mug.
\n\u201cHe asked if you left anything for him.\u201d
\nI read it twice.
\nAnything for him.
\nA present.
\nA letter.
\nAn apology.
\nSome grand romantic gesture waiting to prove that Paula Lane was still exactly where Adrian Shaw had left her.
\nI typed:
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHannah replied almost immediately.
\n\u201cHe looked shocked when I said that.\u201d
\nFor some reason, that hurt more than I expected.
\nNot because I wanted him back.
\nBut because I suddenly understood how predictable I had become.
\nHe genuinely believed there was no version of our story where I chose myself.
\nI had taught him that.
\nEvery time he disappeared for days and I called first.
\nEvery time he flirted with another woman and I apologized for being jealous.
\nEvery time he crossed a boundary and I negotiated against my own dignity.
\nI had spent three years convincing him that no matter what he did, I would always return.
\nNow the only apology I owed was to the woman in the mirror.
\nI locked my phone.
\nAt 9:30, someone knocked on my door.
\nI opened it and found Matthew standing in the hallway holding a toolbox.
\n\u201cWhat did I break already?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cNothing yet.\u201d
\n\u201cComforting.\u201d
\nHe pointed toward my ceiling.
\n\u201cBuilding manager said your kitchen light flickers.\u201d
\n\u201cIt does.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m fixing mine. Thought I\u2019d check yours.\u201d
\n\u201cYou work for the building?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why are you fixing things?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause waiting for our landlord to fix anything is how civilizations collapse.\u201d
\nI laughed.
\nIt surprised me how easily it came out.
\nMatthew glanced at me for half a second, like he had noticed the surprise too, but he didn\u2019t comment.
\nThat was one thing I was beginning to like about him.
\nHe didn\u2019t investigate me.
\nHe didn\u2019t turn every silence into a question.
\nHe came inside, climbed onto the little step stool I had bought the day before, and started examining the light.
\n\u201cWhat do you do?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cArchitect.\u201d
\nI looked around my nearly empty apartment.
\n\u201cSo this place must physically hurt you.\u201d
\n\u201cDeeply.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re being dramatic.\u201d
\n\u201cYour living room outlet is six inches too far left. I haven\u2019t slept since you moved in.\u201d
\nI laughed again.
\nHe smiled.
\nAnd then his phone rang.
\nHe looked at the screen.
\nHis expression changed.
\nOnly slightly.
\nBut I noticed.
\nHe declined the call.
\n\u201cGirlfriend?\u201d I asked before I could stop myself.
\nMatthew looked at me.
\n\u201cEx-wife.\u201d
\n\u201cOh.\u201d
\n\u201cIgnore that.\u201d
\n\u201cI can.\u201d
\nHe went back to the light.
\nAnd just like that, neither of us asked another question.
\nI appreciated the symmetry.
\nTwo strangers living one wall apart.
\nBoth carrying stories neither was ready to tell.
\nBy lunchtime, the kitchen light worked.
\nMatthew refused money.
\nSo I bought two sandwiches from the deli downstairs and left one outside his door.
\nTwenty minutes later, a note slid underneath mine.
\nPayment accepted.
\nUnderneath it:
\nYour taste in turkey sandwiches is questionable.
\nI wrote back:
\nYou ate the whole thing.
\nHis reply came five minutes later.
\nEvidence has been destroyed.
\nFor the first time since I arrived, the apartment didn\u2019t feel empty.
\nIt felt new.
\nThere is a difference.
\nEmpty means something is missing.
\nNew means something has room to arrive.
\nThat evening, Hannah called me.
\nI almost didn\u2019t answer because we usually texted.
\nBut something in my stomach tightened.
\n\u201cHey.\u201d
\n\u201cPaula.\u201d
\nHer voice was low.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cAdrian came back.\u201d
\nI stood from the little folding chair beside my window.
\n\u201cTo the office?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAgain?\u201d
\n\u201cHe knows I\u2019m talking to you.\u201d
\nMy fingers went cold.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did you tell him?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\n\u201cHannah.\u201d
\n\u201cI swear. Nothing.\u201d
\nI believed her.
\nShe had covered for me more times than I deserved when Adrian showed up after our fights.
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\n\u201cHe asked me to give you a message.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t want it.\u201d
\n\u201cI told him that.\u201d
\n\u201cGood.\u201d
\n\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t leave.\u201d
\nI walked toward the window.
\nSix floors below, traffic moved beneath the streetlights.
\nPeople carrying groceries.
\nSomeone walking a golden retriever.
\nA couple arguing beside a parked car.
\nA normal world.
\nA world Adrian was no longer supposed to be part of.
\n\u201cWhat was the message?\u201d I finally asked.
\nHannah hesitated.
\nThen she said:
\n\u201cHe said, \u2018Tell Paula she has until Friday to stop this childish nonsense and call me.\u2019\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nThere it was.
\nNot \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d
\nNot \u201cI made a mistake.\u201d
\nNot \u201cCan we talk?\u201d
\nStop this childish nonsense.
\n\u201cWhat happens Friday?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cI asked him that.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said you\u2019d know.\u201d
\nI opened my eyes.
\n\u201cNo. I don\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cPaula, do you think he\u2019ll come looking for you?\u201d
\n\u201cHe doesn\u2019t know where I am.\u201d
\n\u201cHe might find out.\u201d
\nI looked around the apartment.
\nMy new address wasn\u2019t connected to any account he knew.
\nMy lease was month-to-month.
\nMy new phone number was under my name, but I had given it to almost nobody.
\n\u201cHe won\u2019t.\u201d
\nI wanted to believe it.
\nHannah was quiet.
\nThen she said:
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d
\nOf course there was.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cSophia was waiting in his car.\u201d
\nThat should have hurt.
\nMaybe a week earlier it would have.
\nInstead, I felt strangely calm.
\n\u201cOkay.\u201d
\n\u201cPaula, she came inside after he left.\u201d
\nThat caught my attention.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cShe asked me whether I knew where you were.\u201d
\nI turned away from the window.
\n\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\n\u201cThat I didn\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cShe said something weird.\u201d
\nMy heartbeat changed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cShe said, \u2018If Paula contacts you, tell her I didn\u2019t know.\u2019\u201d
\nThe room became very still.
\n\u201cDidn\u2019t know what?\u201d
\n\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t explain.\u201d
\nI said nothing.
\nHannah continued.
\n\u201cShe looked scared.\u201d
\nSophia Cross.
\nThe woman lying on Adrian\u2019s chest.
\nThe woman he had defended for years.
\nThe woman whose face had finally forced me to leave.
\nScared.
\nOf what?
\nI told myself I didn\u2019t care.
\nWhatever was happening between Adrian and Sophia belonged to them.
\nI had walked away.
\nI was done.
\nSo I said the sentence I needed to hear myself say.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t give either of them my number.\u201d
\n\u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd if Adrian comes back, you don\u2019t have to talk to him.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cHannah?\u201d
\n\u201cYeah?\u201d
\n\u201cThank you.\u201d
\nAfter we hung up, I stood alone for a long time.
\nThen someone knocked softly on my wall.
\nThree taps.
\nI froze.
\nThree more.
\nThen I remembered.
\nMatthew.
\nEarlier that afternoon, when he complained about how thin the walls were, he had joked:
\n\u201cThree knocks means emergency. Two means your music is terrible.\u201d
\nI knocked three times back.
\nThirty seconds later, he was at my door.
\nHe took one look at my face.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\nHe raised an eyebrow.
\n\u201cOkay. Something.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you want me to leave?\u201d
\nIt was such a simple question that I almost cried.
\nNot What did you do?
\nNot Who was that?
\nNot Explain yourself.
\nJust:
\nDo you want me to leave?
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHe leaned against the doorframe.
\n\u201cI had a bad relationship,\u201d I said.
\nMatthew didn\u2019t react.
\n\u201cI left three days ago.\u201d
\nHe nodded once.
\n\u201cHe cheated.\u201d
\nAnother nod.
\n\u201cI think.\u201d
\n\u201cYou think?\u201d
\n\u201cI saw enough.\u201d
\n\u201cThat usually counts.\u201d
\nI smiled weakly.
\n\u201cMy friend says he\u2019s looking for me.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you want him to find you?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThe answer came instantly.
\nMatthew\u2019s expression sharpened.
\n\u201cThen make sure he can\u2019t.\u201d
\nSomething about the way he said it made me look at him.
\n\u201cYou sound experienced.\u201d
\nHis jaw tightened.
\nFor the first time since I met him, he looked away.
\n\u201cI am.\u201d
\nI waited.
\nHe didn\u2019t continue.
\nAnd because he had given me the same courtesy, I didn\u2019t ask.
\nInstead, he said:
\n\u201cIf anyone you don\u2019t know shows up downstairs asking about you, Mrs. Alvarez in 503 will know before the police do.\u201d
\n\u201cIs she the woman who keeps staring at me?\u201d
\n\u201cShe isn\u2019t staring. She\u2019s collecting intelligence.\u201d
\n\u201cComforting.\u201d
\n\u201cShe has binoculars.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re joking.\u201d
\n\u201cI wish I were.\u201d
\nThat night, I finally bought a mattress.
\nNo bed frame.
\nJust a mattress on the floor.
\nI lay there staring at the ceiling while the city hummed outside.
\nFriday.
\nAdrian had given me until Friday.
\nFor years, deadlines from him controlled my life.
\nCall me before I go to bed.
\nBe home by ten.
\nStop being angry by tomorrow.
\nApologize before dinner.
\nCome over or don\u2019t bother coming at all.
\nFriday came.
\nI went to an interview.
\nA small publishing company needed a project coordinator.
\nThe salary was lower than my old job, but when the manager asked why I had moved, I didn\u2019t invent some impressive career story.
\n\u201cI needed a new beginning.\u201d
\nShe smiled.
\n\u201cI understand those.\u201d
\nTwo hours later, I received an email.
\nWe\u2019d like to offer you the position.
\nI read it on a park bench with sunlight on my face.
\nThen I bought myself coffee.
\nNot Adrian\u2019s coffee.
\nNot the oat milk latte he preferred.
\nMy coffee.
\nBlack.
\nTwo sugars.
\nI hadn\u2019t ordered it that way in years because Adrian always complained that I used too much sugar.
\nThe first sip tasted almost embarrassingly good.
\nAt 4:47 p.m., Hannah texted.
\n\u201cHe came again.\u201d
\nI stared at the screen.
\n\u201cDid you talk to him?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. Security stopped him.\u201d
\nThen:
\n\u201cHe\u2019s furious.\u201d
\nI typed:
\n\u201cThat sounds like his problem.\u201d
\nHannah responded with three laughing emojis.
\nAt 6:12:
\n\u201cHe called the office seventeen times.\u201d
\nAt 7:03:
\n\u201cHe emailed your old work account.\u201d
\nAt 7:45:
\n\u201cHe contacted Sarah from accounting asking for your address.\u201d
\nAt 8:20:
\n\u201cMark messaged me too.\u201d
\nMark.
\nThe friend who had commented under Adrian\u2019s photo:
\nAren\u2019t you afraid Paula\u2019s going to cause drama again?
\n\u201cWhat does Mark want?\u201d
\n\u201cHe says Adrian thinks you\u2019re trying to punish him.\u201d
\nI stared at that sentence.
\nPunish him.
\nThat was what my absence meant to Adrian.
\nNot leaving.
\nNot heartbreak.
\nNot self-respect.
\nPunishment.
\nBecause he still believed everything I did was about him.
\nI typed:
\n\u201cTell Mark I\u2019m not punishing anyone.\u201d
\nThen deleted it.
\nI typed:
\n\u201cTell him I\u2019m done.\u201d
\nDeleted that too.
\nFinally, I wrote:
\n\u201cDon\u2019t answer.\u201d
\nAnd Hannah replied:
\n\u201cAlready blocked him.\u201d
\nAt 9:18, I was assembling a bookshelf badly when Matthew appeared in my open doorway.
\nHe stared at the half-built shelf leaning sideways against the wall.
\n\u201cAre you trying to kill someone?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m building furniture.\u201d
\n\u201cThose are different activities.\u201d
\n\u201cI followed the instructions.\u201d
\n\u201cYou put the back panel on upside down.\u201d
\n\u201cIt has an upside?\u201d
\nMatthew closed his eyes as if praying for patience.
\n\u201cMove.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re bossy.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m preventing a structural tragedy.\u201d
\nHe sat on the floor and began taking the shelf apart.
\nI sat across from him.
\nFor an hour, we argued about screws, instructions, and whether bookshelves should require seventeen separate pieces.
\nIt was nearly ten when we finished.
\nMatthew stood back.
\n\u201cPerfect.\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s crooked.\u201d
\n\u201cYour floor is crooked.\u201d
\n\u201cConvenient excuse for an architect.\u201d
\nHe pointed at me.
\n\u201cNever insult an architect inside a building this poorly constructed.\u201d
\nI laughed.
\nThen my old email notification sounded from my laptop.
\nI almost ignored it.
\nI hadn\u2019t used that address since leaving.
\nBut the sender\u2019s name was visible.
\nADRIAN SHAW.
\nMy laughter died.
\nMatthew noticed.
\n\u201cYou okay?\u201d
\nI turned the laptop toward myself.
\nSubject:
\nENOUGH.
\nI should have deleted it.
\nInstead, I opened it.
\nPaula,
\nI don\u2019t know what game you\u2019re playing, but this has gone too far.
\nYou changed your number, left the apartment, quit your job, and disappeared without even telling me.
\nDo you have any idea how insane that is?
\nIf this is because of the picture with Sophia, you misunderstood everything.
\nWe need to talk like adults.
\nCall me tonight.
\nI know you\u2019re reading this.
\nA.
\nI read it twice.
\nThen once more.
\nThere was no apology.
\nNot one.
\nNot for Sophia.
\nNot for humiliating me publicly.
\nNot for telling his friends I would come crawling back.
\nNot for replacing me while apparently still believing I owed him an explanation for leaving.
\nMatthew had gone quiet.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t have to tell me,\u201d he said.
\nI looked at the email again.
\nThen I clicked Reply.
\nMy fingers hovered over the keyboard.
\nThree years of arguments lived inside me.
\nThree years of paragraphs.
\nExplanations.
\nDefenses.
\nApologies.
\nQuestions.
\nI could have written thousands of words.
\nInstead, I typed five.
\nYou already made your choice.
\nI stared at them.
\nThen deleted everything.
\nMatthew watched me close the laptop.
\n\u201cYou didn\u2019t answer?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause silence used to be his weapon.\u201d
\nI stood.
\n\u201cNow it\u2019s just my boundary.\u201d
\nMatthew looked at me for a moment.
\nThen he smiled.
\nNot flirtatiously.
\nNot proudly.
\nAlmost respectfully.
\n\u201cGood night, Paula.\u201d
\n\u201cGood night, Matthew.\u201d
\nAt 11:56 p.m., another email arrived.
\nI didn\u2019t open it.
\nAt 12:34, another.
\nAt 1:09, another.
\nAt 2:03, another.
\nIn the morning there were twelve.
\nI deleted them all unread.
\nFor the next two weeks, I built a life.
\nA small one.
\nA quiet one.
\nA life that nobody would have envied on Instagram.
\nI started my new job.
\nI bought curtains.
\nI learned the bus route.
\nI found a grocery store where the cashier called everyone \u201choney.\u201d
\nMatthew showed me a coffee shop with terrible pastries but excellent coffee.
\nMrs. Alvarez from 503 informed me that the man in 304 was \u201cprobably married and definitely suspicious.\u201d
\nI learned her binoculars were real.
\nI bought plants.
\nTwo died.
\nOne survived.
\nI called it Lazarus.
\nAnd gradually, hours passed when I didn\u2019t think about Adrian at all.
\nThen whole mornings.
\nThen whole days.
\nUntil one Tuesday afternoon, my boss called me into her office.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s someone downstairs asking for you.\u201d
\nEvery muscle in my body tightened.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cHe says he\u2019s your brother.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t have a brother.\u201d
\nHer expression changed.
\n\u201cStay here.\u201d
\nShe reached for the phone.
\nBut before she could call security, my own phone buzzed.
\nUnknown number.
\nI stared at it.
\nThen a message appeared.
\nPaula, please don\u2019t panic.
\nIt\u2019s Sophia.
\nI stopped breathing.
\nAnother message.
\nI know you don\u2019t want anything to do with us.
\nI wouldn\u2019t contact you if it weren\u2019t important.
\nThen another.
\nAdrian has been telling people you disappeared because you were unstable.
\nMy hand tightened around the phone.
\nAnother message appeared.
\nBut that isn\u2019t why I\u2019m reaching out.
\nI need to tell you what really happened the night he posted that picture.
\nMy pulse pounded in my ears.
\nThen the final message came through.
\nAnd when I read it, the blood drained from my face.
\nBecause Sophia wrote:
\nPaula, that picture wasn\u2019t taken the night he posted it.
\nIt was taken eight months ago.
\nAnd you need to know what else happened that night\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.<\/p>\n

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

CLICK HERE CONTINUE TO READ PART 3 \u2013 My boyfriend ignored me for one month, then posted another woman. This time, I left.<\/a><\/h5>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

PART 2 \u2014 THE DAY HE REALIZED I WASN\u2019T COMING BACK Three days after I moved into apartment 601, Adrian Shaw turned twenty-nine. For three years, I had made his … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5199,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18],"class_list":["post-5785","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-story","tag-aita","tag-diamond-ring","tag-diamonds","tag-engagement","tag-engagement-ring","tag-fiance","tag-fiancee","tag-lab-grown-diamonds","tag-photo","tag-picture","tag-reddit","tag-relationships","tag-top","tag-wedding"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5785","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5785"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5785\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5792,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5785\/revisions\/5792"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5199"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5785"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5785"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5785"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}