{"id":67364,"date":"2025-07-09T03:25:44","date_gmt":"2025-07-09T03:25:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=67364"},"modified":"2025-07-09T03:25:44","modified_gmt":"2025-07-09T03:25:44","slug":"my-dad-kicked-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=67364","title":{"rendered":"My Dad Kicked"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"content\"><main id=\"main\"><\/p>\n<article id=\"post-12399\">\n<div>\n<p>The day my father disowned me is burned into my memory. His words, \u201cIf you go through with this, you\u2019re no longer my daughter,\u201d echoed in my mind for years. I thought I\u2019d never see him again\u2014until the unmistakable sleek black car pulled into my driveway three years later.<\/p>\n<p>Life hadn\u2019t turned out the way I\u2019d planned, and if you had told me back then that I\u2019d be estranged from the man who raised me, I wouldn\u2019t have believed you. My world, once predictable, had been flipped upside down by two tiny pink lines on a pregnancy test.<\/p>\n<p>At 25, I was a junior architect, living in the city, and deeply in love with Lucas, a soft-spoken carpenter with a warm smile and calloused hands that could create magic out of wood. Lucas wasn\u2019t flashy. His charm lay in the<\/p>\n<p>little things\u2014remembering my favorite flowers, packing me snacks, and looking at me like I was the center of his world. But I knew my father wouldn\u2019t see him that way. And I was right.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=67361\">also read&#8230;<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<p><\/main><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The day my father disowned me is burned into my memory. His words, \u201cIf you go through with this, you\u2019re no longer my daughter,\u201d echoed in my&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":67365,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67364"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=67364"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67364\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67366,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67364\/revisions\/67366"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/67365"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=67364"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=67364"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=67364"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}