When my son came home with his stepmother’s face tattooed on his arm, I thought the tattoo was the problem. Then I learned what his father had promised him in return.<\/p>\n
You never hear good news after your son says, “Hey, Mom, guess what?” two days after turning 18.<\/p>\n
I was standing at the kitchen counter, slicing peppers for dinner, when Dustin walked in wearing the grin he usually saved for bad decisions.<\/p>\n
I set down the knife.<\/p>\n
“What did you do?”<\/p>\n
“Why do you always assume I did something?”<\/p>\n
“Because you look proud of yourself.”<\/p>\n
He laughed, then rolled up the sleeve of his T-shirt.<\/p>\n
For one confused second, I thought he was showing me a bruise.<\/p>\n
Then I saw the face staring back at me from his upper arm.<\/p>\n
Barbra.<\/p>\n
My ex-husband’s wife had been tattooed across my son’s shoulder in startling detail. Her eyes, her smile, even the small beauty mark beside her mouth had been recreated in black and gray ink.<\/p>\n
I gripped the counter.<\/p>\n
“Dustin.”<\/p>\n
“Pretty good, right?”<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
“Why is Barbra’s face on your body?”<\/p>\n
His smile weakened.<\/p>\n
“She’s family.”<\/p>\n
“So am I. I don’t see my face on your other arm.”<\/p>\n
He tugged his sleeve down, but the fresh plastic covering the tattoo caught against the fabric.<\/p>\n
“Careful,” I said automatically. “You’ll irritate it.”<\/p>\n
That was motherhood.<\/p>\n
Even when your child did something completely insane, part of you still worried about infection.<\/p>\n
I turned off the stove.<\/p>\n
“Sit down.”<\/p>\n
“Mom, don’t make this a huge thing.”<\/p>\n
“You permanently tattooed your stepmother’s face onto your shoulder. It arrived huge.”<\/p>\n
He dropped into a chair at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
I sat across from him and tried to keep my voice calm.<\/p>\n
Don’t get me wrong. I was not against tattoos.<\/p>\n
Dustin had talked about getting one for years. I had expected an anime character, a band logo, or some symbol he would regret by 25.<\/p>\n
We had even discussed waiting until he found a design that meant something to him.<\/p>\n
Barbra’s portrait had never entered the conversation.<\/p>\n
“Whose idea was it?” I asked.<\/p>\n
“Mine.”<\/p>\n
The answer came too quickly.<\/p>\n
I knew my son. Dustin could barely choose pizza toppings without asking three people for opinions. He had not spontaneously selected a realistic portrait of a woman he rarely mentioned.<\/p>\n
“Try again.”<\/p>\n
His eyes moved toward the window.<\/p>\n
“I wanted to do something nice.”<\/p>\n
“For Barbra?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
He shrugged.<\/p>\n
“She’s done a lot for me.”<\/p>\n
That was not entirely false.<\/p>\n
Dustin spent half the week at Stephen’s house. Barbra cooked, showed up for school events, and cared about him. We weren’t friends, but I’d never denied that.<\/p>\n
Still, Dustin was not sentimental.<\/p>\n
He had forgotten my birthday twice.<\/p>\n
Last Christmas, he gave Stephen a gift card still inside the grocery store envelope.<\/p>\n
He did not express affection through permanent portraits.<\/p>\n
“How much did it cost?” I asked.<\/p>\n
His fingers began tapping the table.<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
“You sat for several hours while someone put it on your arm, but you don’t know the price?”<\/p>\n
“I didn’t pay.”<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
“Who did?”<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
“Dad.”<\/p>\n
I leaned back slowly.<\/p>\n
Stephen once complained for three days because Dustin needed 80 dollars for a school trip. The idea that he had happily spent hundreds on a tattoo made no sense.<\/p>\n
“How much did your father pay?”<\/p>\n
“About five hundred.”<\/p>\n
“Stephen paid five hundred dollars to put his wife’s face on your arm?”<\/p>\n
“When you say it like that, it sounds weird.”<\/p>\n
“It is weird.”<\/p>\n
Dustin rubbed the edge of the plastic covering.<\/p>\n
“Barbra’s been having a hard time.”<\/p>\n
“With what?”<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
“She doesn’t feel like we’re a real family.”<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
“What does your shoulder have to do with their marriage?”<\/p>\n
“Dad said she feels left out. She thinks we still act like she’s temporary.”<\/p>\n
“They’ve been married four years.”<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
“And Stephen thought a tattoo would fix that?”<\/p>\n
Dustin’s silence answered me.<\/p>\n
I pushed my chair back and stood.<\/p>\n
“This was your father’s idea.”<\/p>\n
“He didn’t force me.”<\/p>\n
“That wasn’t my question.”<\/p>\n
Dustin exhaled.<\/p>\n
“Dad brought it up.”<\/p>\n
“How?”<\/p>\n
“He said Barbra needed proof that she mattered.”<\/p>\n
“And your skin was the proof?”<\/p>\n
“Mom.”<\/p>\n
“No, explain it to me. Why wasn’t renewing their vows enough? Why didn’t Stephen tattoo her face on himself?”<\/p>\n
“He already has her name.”<\/p>\n
“Her name isn’t her entire head.”<\/p>\n
Dustin looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
He should have been.<\/p>\n
Then his expression changed. The embarrassment gave way to something defensive and frightened.<\/p>\n
“Dad said it would help.”<\/p>\n
“Help whom?”<\/p>\n
“Everyone.”<\/p>\n
I sat down again.<\/p>\n
“Dustin, look at me.”<\/p>\n
He refused.<\/p>\n
I reached across the table and placed my hand over his tapping fingers.<\/p>\n
“I’m not angry because you got a tattoo. I’m angry because I don’t believe you wanted this one.”<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
“You think I can’t make my own decisions.”<\/p>\n
“I think you made this decision for a reason you’re hiding.”<\/p>\n
“I’m 18.”<\/p>\n
“Yes, and being 18 does not make you impossible to manipulate.”<\/p>\n
That landed.<\/p>\n
He pulled his hand away.<\/p>\n
“Nobody manipulated me.”<\/p>\n
“Then tell me why you did it.”<\/p>\n
“I already did.”<\/p>\n
“No. You told me what your father wanted. I’m asking what you wanted.”<\/p>\n
His face went red.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, the only sound in the kitchen was the ticking clock above the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
Finally, he muttered, “It wasn’t for free.”<\/p>\n
I felt a cold pressure build behind my ribs.<\/p>\n
“What wasn’t?”<\/p>\n
“The tattoo.”<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
“You were paid?”<\/p>\n
“Not exactly.”<\/p>\n
“What did Stephen offer you?”<\/p>\n
Dustin rubbed both hands over his face.<\/p>\n
“It was a favor for a favor.”<\/p>\n
“What favor?”<\/p>\n
“I helped him with Barbra.”<\/p>\n
“You helped your father save his marriage by tattooing his wife onto your body.”<\/p>\n
“That’s not how he said it.”<\/p>\n
“How did he say it?”<\/p>\n
Dustin swallowed.<\/p>\n
“He said families make sacrifices for each other.”<\/p>\n
My anger sharpened.<\/p>\n
“Parents sacrifice for their children. Children do not sacrifice their bodies to repair their parents’ marriages.”<\/p>\n
He flinched.<\/p>\n
I softened my voice.<\/p>\n
“What did he promise you?”<\/p>\n
Dustin pushed away from the table and paced toward the sink.<\/p>\n
“Forget it.”<\/p>\n
“I won’t.”<\/p>\n
“It’s done now.”<\/p>\n
“That tattoo is done. Whatever your father promised is not.”<\/p>\n
He turned around.<\/p>\n
“You’ll just get mad.”<\/p>\n
“I am already mad.”<\/p>\n
“At me?”<\/p>\n
The question broke something in my chest.<\/p>\n
“No, sweetheart. Not at you.”<\/p>\n
His eyes filled before he looked away.<\/p>\n
That was when I knew the bargain had not been about a car or spending money.<\/p>\n
Whatever Stephen had offered, Dustin had needed it badly enough to let someone mark him permanently.<\/p>\n
I stood and moved closer.<\/p>\n
“You can tell me.”<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
“I should have figured something else out.”<\/p>\n
“Figured what out?”<\/p>\n
He pressed his lips together.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Finally, he whispered, “College.”<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing for a second.<\/p>\n
Dustin had been accepted into a strong engineering program three hours away.<\/p>\n
The financial aid package covered part of the cost, but there was still a gap neither Stephen nor I could easily fill.<\/p>\n
We had spent months discussing loans, scholarships, and part-time work.<\/p>\n
“What did your father promise?”<\/p>\n
Dustin stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
“He said if I did this for Barbra, he’d pay the rest of my tuition.”<\/p>\n
“All four years?”<\/p>\n
“He said I wouldn’t have to worry about school.”<\/p>\n
My hands curled into fists.<\/p>\n
“And you believed him?”<\/p>\n
“He’s my dad.”<\/p>\n
The answer was so simple that it hurt.<\/p>\n
“Did he put it in writing?”<\/p>\n
Dustin’s face changed again.<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“Did he transfer any money?”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“Did he contact the school?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
I picked up my keys from the counter.<\/p>\n
Dustin stepped in front of me.<\/p>\n
“Mom, don’t.”<\/p>\n
“Move.”<\/p>\n
“You’ll make everything worse.”<\/p>\n
I looked at the fresh portrait beneath his sleeve.<\/p>\n
“Your father bought a piece of your skin with a promise.”<\/p>\n
My voice shook as I opened the door. “Now I’m going to find out whether he ever intended to keep it.”<\/p>\n
Every red light gave my anger another minute to grow.<\/p>\n
I kept seeing Dustin at eight years old, running across a soccer field with grass stains on his knees. Then I saw him sitting at my kitchen table, trying to convince himself that tattooing Barbra’s face onto his arm had been a reasonable price for an education.<\/p>\n
No 18-year-old should have to make that calculation.<\/p>\n
When I got to their house, I didn’t bother knocking softly. Stephen opened the door with an annoyed expression that disappeared the second he saw me.<\/p>\n
“Cara?”<\/p>\n
“We need to talk.”<\/p>\n
He glanced over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
“Where’s Dustin?”<\/p>\n
“At home.”<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
“Then what’s so urgent?”<\/p>\n
I walked past him before he could stop me.<\/p>\n
Barbra looked up from the living room sofa, where she had been folding laundry.<\/p>\n
“Cara?”<\/p>\n
I held up my hand.<\/p>\n
“Please don’t interrupt until I understand exactly what happened.”<\/p>\n
Stephen folded his arms.<\/p>\n
“You’re making this dramatic.”<\/p>\n
“No. You already did that when you talked our son into tattooing your wife’s face on his body.”<\/p>\n
Barbra’s eyes widened.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
I turned to her.<\/p>\n
“You didn’t know?”<\/p>\n
She looked from me to Stephen.<\/p>\n
“I knew Dustin was getting a tattoo. Stephen said he wanted something to celebrate us becoming a family.”<\/p>\n
I watched Stephen carefully.<\/p>\n
He didn’t deny it.<\/p>\n
“He told Dustin you’d been feeling like you weren’t part of the family,” I said.<\/p>\n
Barbra nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
“I told him sometimes I felt like an outsider.”<\/p>\n
“And his solution was this?”<\/p>\n
She stared at Stephen.<\/p>\n
“You told him to get my portrait?”<\/p>\n
Stephen let out an impatient sigh.<\/p>\n
“It wasn’t like that.”<\/p>\n
“Then explain it,” I said.<\/p>\n
He rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
“Barbra has been trying for years. Dustin cares about her. I suggested a meaningful gesture.”<\/p>\n
“A meaningful gesture?”<\/p>\n
“He agreed.”<\/p>\n
“For college tuition.”<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
Barbra looked sharply at Stephen.<\/p>\n
“What is she talking about?”<\/p>\n
Stephen’s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
“I said I’d help him with school.”<\/p>\n
I took one step closer.<\/p>\n
“No. According to our son, you promised he wouldn’t have to worry about tuition.”<\/p>\n
“I said I’d do what I could.”<\/p>\n
“That’s not what Dustin heard.”<\/p>\n
Stephen shrugged.<\/p>\n
“He misunderstood.”<\/p>\n
I laughed once, a short, bitter sound.<\/p>\n
“He permanently altered his body because he misunderstood?”<\/p>\n
“I never forced him.”<\/p>\n
“You didn’t have to.”<\/p>\n
Barbra slowly set the towel she had been folding onto the coffee table.<\/p>\n
“Stephen.”<\/p>\n
He ignored her.<\/p>\n
I didn’t.<\/p>\n
“Did you tell him getting your wife’s portrait tattooed would show Barbra she was finally part of the family?”<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“And did you connect that conversation to paying for college?”<\/p>\n
“I said we’d talk about tuition afterward.”<\/p>\n
“There it is.”<\/p>\n
Stephen frowned.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“You made him think one depended on the other.”<\/p>\n
“It was motivation.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“It was manipulation.”<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
“He’s 18.”<\/p>\n
“Exactly.”<\/p>\n
“He’s old enough to make decisions.”<\/p>\n
“He’s young enough to trust his father.”<\/p>\n
That landed.<\/p>\n
For the first time since I’d arrived, Stephen looked away.<\/p>\n
Barbra broke the silence.<\/p>\n
“Did Dustin really think you were paying for all of college?”<\/p>\n
Stephen didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
She asked again.<\/p>\n
“Stephen.”<\/p>\n
He sighed.<\/p>\n
“He got carried away.”<\/p>\n
My anger shifted.<\/p>\n
Until that moment, I had blamed Barbra almost as much as Stephen.<\/p>\n
Now I saw the confusion on her face.<\/p>\n
She hadn’t wanted this either.<\/p>\n
She looked sick.<\/p>\n
“I never asked for a tattoo,” she whispered.<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
She stared at her husband.<\/p>\n
“I told you I wanted us to feel like a family.”<\/p>\n
Stephen threw up his hands.<\/p>\n
“And I tried to fix it.”<\/p>\n
“You used Dustin.”<\/p>\n
“I included him.”<\/p>\n
“You bargained with him.”<\/p>\n
Barbra’s voice cracked on the last word.<\/p>\n
Stephen looked between us as though neither of us appreciated his effort.<\/p>\n
“I was trying to make everyone happy.”<\/p>\n
“You were trying to make yourself look like the hero,” I said.<\/p>\n
He scoffed.<\/p>\n
“Oh, please.”<\/p>\n
“No, listen to yourself. You couldn’t convince your wife she belonged, so you convinced our son to prove it with his body.”<\/p>\n
“I didn’t make him.”<\/p>\n
“You offered him something he desperately wanted.”<\/p>\n
Stephen opened his mouth.<\/p>\n
Closed it.<\/p>\n
Opened it again.<\/p>\n
“I thought he’d appreciate the help.”<\/p>\n
“What help?”<\/p>\n
“I was going to contribute.”<\/p>\n
“How much?”<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
“I hadn’t decided.”<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
“You hadn’t decided.”<\/p>\n
“It depended on my finances.”<\/p>\n
“So you promised an amount you hadn’t even planned.”<\/p>\n
“I never gave a number.”<\/p>\n
“You didn’t need to.”<\/p>\n
Barbra sank onto the sofa.<\/p>\n
“Oh, my God.”<\/p>\n
Stephen turned toward her.<\/p>\n
“Don’t start.”<\/p>\n
She looked up at him.<\/p>\n
“How could you let him believe that?”<\/p>\n
“He assumed.”<\/p>\n
“You let him.”<\/p>\n
The front door opened behind me.<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
Dustin stood frozen in the entryway.<\/p>\n
“I told you not to come,” I said.<\/p>\n
“I couldn’t stay home.”<\/p>\n
His eyes moved from me to Stephen.<\/p>\n
Then to Barbra.<\/p>\n
Finally back to his father.<\/p>\n
“Dad.”<\/p>\n
Stephen’s face softened.<\/p>\n
“Buddy.”<\/p>\n
“Did you mean it?”<\/p>\n
The room became impossibly quiet.<\/p>\n
Dustin swallowed.<\/p>\n
“Were you really going to pay for college?”<\/p>\n
Stephen took a breath.<\/p>\n
“I was going to help.”<\/p>\n
Dustin didn’t move.<\/p>\n
“That’s not what I asked.”<\/p>\n
“I would’ve done what I could.”<\/p>\n
“You told me I wouldn’t have to worry anymore.”<\/p>\n
Stephen shifted his weight.<\/p>\n
“I said we’d figure it out.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
Dustin’s voice shook.<\/p>\n
“You said if I helped you save your marriage, you’d take care of school.”<\/p>\n
Stephen looked genuinely uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
“I may have said something like that.”<\/p>\n
I watched the hope drain from my son’s face, like someone turning off a light.<\/p>\n
“So you never meant it.”<\/p>\n
“I meant I’d help.”<\/p>\n
“You let me think you meant all of it.”<\/p>\n
Stephen reached toward him.<\/p>\n
“Dustin.”<\/p>\n
My son stepped back.<\/p>\n
“I would’ve figured something else out.”<\/p>\n
Those words hurt more than anything else he’d said.<\/p>\n
“You didn’t have to do this.”<\/p>\n
“I thought this was figuring it out.”<\/p>\n
Barbra covered her mouth with both hands.<\/p>\n
Stephen looked frustrated instead of remorseful.<\/p>\n
“I don’t understand why everyone’s acting like I committed a crime.”<\/p>\n
“No,” I said quietly.<\/p>\n
“You committed something worse.”<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
“You taught your son that his body was something he could trade for your approval.”<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
After several long seconds, Barbra stood.<\/p>\n
She walked over to Dustin and looked at the portrait on his arm.<\/p>\n
Tears filled her eyes.<\/p>\n
“I’m so sorry.”<\/p>\n
He looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
“It wasn’t your fault.”<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
“No, but every time you look at this tattoo, you’re going to remember today.”<\/p>\n
She turned to Stephen.<\/p>\n
“I can’t believe you did this.”<\/p>\n
Stephen threw up his hands again.<\/p>\n
“You’re both overreacting.”<\/p>\n
She stared at him.<\/p>\n
“I said I wanted to feel loved.”<\/p>\n
“You are.”<\/p>\n
“I never asked you to buy it.”<\/p>\n
For the first time, Stephen had no answer.<\/p>\n
The silence stretched until Dustin finally spoke.<\/p>\n
“I’m getting it covered.”<\/p>\n
Stephen looked startled.<\/p>\n
“You just got it.”<\/p>\n
“I don’t care.”<\/p>\n
“Dustin.”<\/p>\n
“I don’t want to look at it anymore.”<\/p>\n
He looked at Barbra.<\/p>\n
“I’m sorry.”<\/p>\n
She managed a sad smile.<\/p>\n
“You don’t owe me an apology.”<\/p>\n
Then she looked at Stephen.<\/p>\n
“But someone does.”<\/p>\n
Once the tattoo had fully healed, Dustin met with an artist who specialized in cover-ups.<\/p>\n
The artist warned him that the process would take several sessions.<\/p>\n
“I don’t care how long it takes,” Dustin said.<\/p>\n
I drove him to every appointment. Sometimes we talked. Sometimes we didn’t.<\/p>\n
Healing took more than laser treatments and fresh ink.<\/p>\n
A few days after Dustin’s first appointment, Barbra called Stephen’s parents and told them what had happened.<\/p>\n
They asked Stephen and Dustin to come to their house.<\/p>\n
Dustin told them why he’d gotten the tattoo and what his father had promised in return. Stephen tried to interrupt twice, but his father stopped him.<\/p>\n
“Let him finish.”<\/p>\n
Neither grandparent said much while Dustin spoke.<\/p>\n
When he was done, Stephen’s father looked at him.<\/p>\n
“You made your own child believe he had to barter his body for college.”<\/p>\n
Stephen started to defend himself.<\/p>\n
His mother cut him off.<\/p>\n
“If you promised that boy an education, you are going to honor it.”<\/p>\n
For the first time, Stephen had to answer for what he’d done in front of the people who raised him.<\/p>\n
Several days later, he called me.<\/p>\n
“I’ll pay the tuition.”<\/p>\n
“The whole thing?”<\/p>\n
A long pause.<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
He sounded like someone who finally understood there was no version of this story where he came out looking like the victim.<\/p>\n
He paid the school directly the following week and arranged payments for the remaining years.<\/p>\n
That night, Dustin looked at me and quietly asked, “You never would’ve asked me to do something like that, would you?”<\/p>\n
I reached across the table and squeezed his hand.<\/p>\n
“I would’ve worked another job. Taken out another loan. Sold everything I owned.”<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
“But I never would’ve asked you to trade a piece of yourself for your future.”<\/p>\n
He looked down at the bandage covering his healing tattoo.<\/p>\n
I think that was the moment he finally understood the difference.<\/p>\n
Months later, he showed me the finished cover-up.<\/p>\n
The portrait was gone.<\/p>\n
In its place was a compass surrounded by mountain peaks.<\/p>\n
“It’s for moving forward,” he said.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
“I like this one better.”<\/p>\n
“So do I.”<\/p>\n
As I looked at the new tattoo, I realized something.<\/p>\n
The hardest part had never been seeing Barbra’s face on my son’s arm.<\/p>\n
It had been realizing how easily his own father convinced him that his future was something he had to purchase with a piece of himself.<\/p>\n
No parent should ever teach their child that lesson.<\/p>\n
The tattoo could be covered. The lesson would take longer. I just hoped it never cost him another piece of himself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When my son came home with his stepmother’s face tattooed on his arm, I thought the tattoo was the problem. Then I learned what his<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5704,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5703","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-trending-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5703","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5703"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5703\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5705,"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5703\/revisions\/5705"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5704"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5703"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5703"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/celebspaces.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5703"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}