{"id":1321,"date":"2022-11-12T11:12:12","date_gmt":"2022-11-12T16:12:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/?p=1321"},"modified":"2023-06-08T13:04:38","modified_gmt":"2023-06-08T17:04:38","slug":"1321","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/2022\/11\/12\/1321\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Born Wrong&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>An excerpt:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;To say my childhood was unorthodox would be putting it mildly. My relations and I wrote a book on the dysfunction that started long before I was born. One relative was always \u201cafter\u201d the other. Pointing out each other&#8217;s failings, and being supportive was not in the lexicon of my youth. Fear fueled my everyday. Most days were spent trying to avoid the belt on my bare skin or dodge the relative that never saw me as me. I\u2019ve spent most of my life bearing someone else\u2019s name. I\u2019ve come to realize that I have only a couple of relations I can remember what it sounded like when they called my name. For most, I can only recall what they sound like calling me by my mother\u2019s name. Their dislike for my mother sculpted their view of me. The sarcasm in me wonders if they even know my full name.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/115505289_10223031229711688_8376088352728751794_n.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/115505289_10223031229711688_8376088352728751794_n-297x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"297\" height=\"300\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-968\" srcset=\"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/115505289_10223031229711688_8376088352728751794_n-297x300.jpg 297w, https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/115505289_10223031229711688_8376088352728751794_n-514x520.jpg 514w, https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/115505289_10223031229711688_8376088352728751794_n.jpg 720w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 297px) 100vw, 297px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>An excerpt: &#8220;To say my childhood was unorthodox would be putting it mildly. My relations and I wrote a book on the dysfunction that started long before I was born. One relative was always \u201cafter\u201d the other. Pointing out each other&#8217;s failings, and being supportive was not in the lexicon of my youth. Fear fueled [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1321","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-my-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1321","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1321"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1321\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1569,"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1321\/revisions\/1569"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1321"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1321"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jenncoffey.com\/jc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1321"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}