Rita Kumar is a content writer and pens creative stories daily for our readers under the US Story of the day team.
With seven years of writing experience, she previously worked as a Senior Content Writer, SEO Copywriter, Freelance Content Marketer, and Blogger. Before joining AmoMama, Rita worked for Mobius 365 Data Services, vSplash Tech Labs, Pepper Cloud Content, Homify, Otaquest, and BestReviews.
She studied at Providence College, where she graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Computer Applications in 2013.
Rita's passion and determination to achieve keep her going no matter what may come her way. She enjoys birdwatching and painting after a long exhausting work week.
I thought nothing could ruin my perfect wedding day... until the priest said, "I can't allow this marriage to happen," and walked out mid-ceremony. I ran after him and it turns out he knew something I didn't... something I wasn't prepared to hear or see.
My father-in-law never respected women, not even his own wife, and acts like it's 1955. He believes women belong in the kitchen and laundry room. On my birthday, he flung his shirt at me, demanded I iron it, and barked orders to cook him a meal. I handed him something else: a lesson he won't forget.
My best friend wanted a picture-perfect, "magazine-worthy" wedding. She controlled every detail, down to the bridesmaids' eyelashes. But three days before the big day, she dropped me, claiming my new haircut didn't "fit" her vision. I was shattered, but no one saw what came next... not even her.
I invited my stepmother to my wedding because my dad begged me. I tolerated her cruelty for years and told myself it was just one day. I should've known better. Some people wait for their moment to hurt you and when she got hers, she didn't waste it. She grabbed the mic and read my childhood diary.
My husband refused to change our baby's diaper, claiming it wasn’t "a man's job." My heart cracked. I knew yelling wouldn't work. He needed something else... something that would hit where it hurt. The next morning, my husband froze at the sight of something he was never meant to see.
What do you do when your husband's "broke" mom rolls up in a Bentley, dripping in designer labels, and declares she's moving in? I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or scream — but let me tell you, I should've braced myself for the chaos that followed.
Good fences make good neighbors. That's what Brenda, our elderly neighbor, always believed... until her estranged son came crashing back like a wrecking ball and destroyed her beloved rose garden to build a BBQ pit. He thought she was defenseless. Poor guy.
There's a special kind of arrogance in people who assume they know your worth without ever bothering to ask. When my fiancé's parents thought I was a gold-digger and demanded I sign an unfair prenup, I let them believe their own version of me. But the next day, they were in for a rude awakening.
I thought I was walking into my home. Instead, I walked into a nightmare. My clothes and my belongings were tossed onto the street like trash. When I looked up, it wasn't my husband who had thrown me out of our house. It was his mistress, thinking she'd won. But karma never lets debts go unpaid.
My husband's best friend wanted the perfect wedding venue and chose our property. I gladly let her have her big day at our home, free of charge. I spent months helping with decorations, vendors, and even the cake. But the day before the wedding, she UNINVITED me... for the most ridiculous reason.
I came home from work one evening and found a toothpick jammed in my lock. Then it happened again. Picture me outside my own house, wielding tweezers like some deranged locksmith. I didn't report it. I set a trap… because if someone wanted to play weird little games, I had one better.
A poor boy who worked at a warehouse near a closed bike shop noticed a scruffy dog visiting the store daily without fail. Curious to see where it was going, he followed it one day and discovered a heartbreaking secret...
Our dream home came with palm trees, ocean views… and the neighbor from hell. She threw a birthday bash on our lawn and told us to stay inside because it was "family-only." She thought she had us beat. But patience is a powerhouse... and we made sure the last laugh echoed loud.
My boss said he loved me and that he was leaving his wife to build a future with me. I believed him… until I found out I was just a pawn in a messy marital power play. He used me to win his wife back. But in the end, karma stepped in and whispered, "Checkmate!"
They say love blinds you. Mine didn't just blind me... it left me deceived, broken, and holding a bill for $8,437.63. All because I trusted a man who promised me forever while secretly planning his escape. But karma, as they say, doesn't wear blindfolds. It fights dirty.
A month after my breakup, I was finally moving on when I stumbled upon my sister handing money to my ex-fiancé, the man who shattered my heart. My heart pounded. Were they together? Was she betraying me? The truth was worse than I ever imagined.
When I inherited $500,000 from my late mother, I thought it would give me security. Instead, it gave my in-laws a reason to sink their claws into me. One request turned into another, until I realized they didn't see me as family, but just a walking, talking piggy bank. I was done being their fool.
For 35 years, my laundry routine was sacred... until my new neighbor, armed with grudge and a grill, started firing it up the moment my pristine sheets hit the clothesline. It seemed petty at first. Then it got personal. But in the end, I had the last laugh.
Everything looked perfect at my best friend's wedding until I noticed the groom's strange habit. He wouldn't stop rubbing his wrist, and it was something eerily familiar. That one subtle gesture unraveled a secret that could've wrecked my friend's life if I hadn't stepped in on time.
I'm a widow and I work as a cleaner to keep my son safe, fed, and proud of who we are. But one party invitation reminded me that not everyone sees us the same way. When he came home in tears from a rich classmate's party, I knew something was very wrong... and I wasn't going to stay quiet.
For years, my parents let my younger sister, Mia, steal everything from my older sister, Brit. She stole her dreams, her joy, and even her boyfriend. When Brit returned for a family gathering, pregnant and hopeful, Mia tried to take one last thing. But our family didn't let her get away with it.
A mysterious van showed up across the street one day and never left. I told myself it wasn't my business to snoop. But sometimes, the things we ignore are the ones meant to find us. I just didn't know how much that van would change everything... until I heard a baby crying inside one night.
There are moments in life when someone you helped raise looks at you like you're nothing but a burden. That's what happened when my granddaughter told me I wasn't welcome at her wedding because I didn't "fit in." What she didn't know was, I had a gift planned for her... one she'd never see.
I was ten when my mother decided I was a burden. She had a new family and I didn't fit the picture. So she got rid of me and gave me away like I was nothing to raise her "perfect son." My grandma took me in and loved me. Years later, the woman who abandoned me showed up at my door... begging.
The last person Isabel expected to see was her ex-husband, standing on her porch, gripping an envelope like his life depended on it. "Izzy, please," he pleaded. "Just open it." "Why would I?" She snapped. He swallowed hard: "BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT YOUR MOM." What she saw inside shook her to the core.
For 25 years, Robert built a wall around his heart after his only son ran off and married someone he disapproved of. He chose loneliness over forgiveness. Then, one day, a stranger showed up, posing as a tenant. What would Robert do if he learned the young man was his terminally ill grandson?
Sometimes, the deepest hurt doesn't come from strangers. It comes from family who never let you in. My heart shattered when my husband's ex-wife banned me from my stepson's wedding. But the morning of the big day, everything changed... and it started with a knock at my door.
They say the true colors of a person show when a relationship falls apart. Mine glowed neon when my husband of ten years took the door handles after our divorce because he "paid for them." I stayed silent and let karma do its thing. Sure enough, my ex called me almost in tears three days later.
Some people show their true colors when you least expect it. For me, it came through a tearful call from my grandma, who was dumped at the airport because my family thought pushing her wheelchair was too much trouble. They went on vacation without her, thinking they'd never face consequences.
"Love is the greatest inheritance," my late Grandma used to say. It took her pretending to be deaf and a shocking will reading for her greedy children to finally understand what she meant...
When I sent gifts and money to my granddaughter after my daughter's death, I thought I was helping her heal. I never imagined her stepmother was pocketing every penny, and worse, stealing something far more precious. I knew it was time to step in... and show the woman what real payback looks like.
After his wife's death, a struggling father became both Mom and Dad to his only daughter. But in her desperate need to fit in with her wealthy friends, she resented his job and told him he wasn't enough. Then one day, she opened the final gift he'd saved for her… and it shattered her heart.
I worked double shifts, skipped vacations, and drained my savings so my husband could chase his dream of becoming a doctor. The day he graduated, I stood there, proud. But before I could celebrate, he turned to me and said six words that shattered everything: "You're not good enough for me."
My husband sent me and the kids to a hotel for two weeks, saying the house had rats and needed disinfection. I believed him... until I drove by and saw a woman inside. I was shaken, but nothing prepared me for what he confessed next.
For 20 years, Barney and Mimi knocked on their neighbors' doors, bringing homemade gifts in exchange for a warm meal. It was a quiet tradition born from the pain of losing their only son. But one afternoon, a cold rejection left them questioning everything. What happens when kindness isn't enough?
My stepdad demanded a fresh-cooked meal every day like it was the 1950s. When my mom tried reheating leftover food, he tossed it and said real wives cook daily. I watched her shrink under the man who'd forgotten what gratitude looked like. So I served him a taste of humility.
Respect isn't something you ask for. It's something you demand when people keep taking you for granted. When my husband and MIL decided I should take unpaid leave to manage her home renovation, they thought I'd roll over and agree. Instead, I taught them a lesson they'd never forget.
It's been a year since my husband died, and on the 15th of every month, I visit his grave... just me, the quiet, and our memories. But someone kept getting there before me, always leaving fresh flowers. Who could it be? The moment I found out... I froze in tears.