You Can't Raise A Man Novels & Stories

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"Yes it's not. But the procedures are same. We just need to be prepared." "And what about me? If I want a baby or not?" I aske her when she laughed, as if it was just some joke. And I raised my brows to hear her answer. "Its not like you have to raise it? It's the women's job." Her conceited thinking wanted me to puke on her face but that's will be very rude. Not that I am considering. "Its not women's job. Its man job. Grandma. Its me and not her who have to raise the child. I have to teach the discipline and methods of life. It will not be Hayl alone."

It's too bad you're the victim. Now it's your turn. Risk raising your child to be like him? Have fun. Fate.

“Oh, Harvey! I can see that you have a little experience as well! “But a man cannot have that high of a standard but no ability! “You see, Felix started to do what he’s most capable of doing, slowly but surely accumulating experience. This is the essence of a real man! “You should learn from him more! You can’t be this unpromising as a man! “I’m talking for the sake of Mandy as well! “If you don’t even have a hint of capability, then leave Mandy as soon as possible! Don’t waste her whole life!” Amelia had finally gotten to the crux of the point after a long roundabout. Autumn Reyes supplemented her speech and said, “That’s right, men need to have capabilities, or they need to stop dragging o

“That’s why your child is becoming unruly, because of how you raised him! Not like them—” “Stop it, will you? Do you know why they turned out that way? Because you raised them, you rushed them, that’s why they’re like that now. They never experienced childhood, after you took them away from me, and now, this is what you’re going to do, hurt even my youngest child? How dare you do that, huh? Did you give birth to them?” “Stop tolerating your son, Esther! You need to teach him to man up! I won’t be here forever—”

Men who treat women are beneath them, men who are arrogant and think that women do not have the same rights. Yes, the chubby, weak-hearted boy who is always afraid to make decisions because he doesn't want to hurt other people's hearts, especially a woman. "When you grow up, you will be a useless useless man who will be enslaved by women! I don't feel like I have raised a child like you, embarrassing!" This sentence seemed to have been heard three times from the mouth of a man whom he called "Father" It was painful, very painful and she realized that she could not be someone that this man was proud of. He is just a teenager who recently turned 17 years old and what he likes is eating and spe

Seeing that I still didn't look happy, he added, "Many people pray for something like this to happen. I think you should give motherhood a chance.” Give motherhood a what? I raised my brows at the man. This man didn’t even know what he was talking about. He wasn't a woman and he sure as hell wasn’t pregnant and single. If he were, I doubted he would be saying something like this to me. Motherhood wasn't some simple decision, and neither was raising a freaking child alone. The reality of my situation was not comforting. Still, I knew he meant well, and wasn't trying to upset me. Even if his words weren't helping much.

He's sitting with his head in his hands, elbows on his knees, looking smaller than I've ever seen him. "I'm sorry," he says finally. "For breaking down. For—" "Don't apologize. You're allowed to break down." "I'm not, though. That's the problem." He lifts his head, and his eyes are red-rimmed. "My father taught me: emotions are weakness. Vulnerability is failure. Real men don't break, they adapt. They overcome. They win." He laughs bitterly. "I'm not winning. I'm not even adapting. I'm just—" He gestures helplessly. "I'm just breaking."

"I'm afraid that won't work." Maisie pouted and replied, "But why not? Raising three kids must be exhausting for you, Dad." "Who said there are three kids?" I replied. "From now on, I only have to raise one."

he fumes. "Even in my last moments, that is, if you will have the privilege to witness it which I highly doubt, I will still slap the truth to your dirty ugly face, Leon - that you are nothing but a worthless man who should never be counted as a man among men, because you are a divine disgrace to manhood. Real men build themselves up, they make themselves respected through their efforts. Through thick and thin, they stand up for themselves. They build a name for themselves. But look at you and tell me even just a single thing that you have done for yourself." I pause giving him time to think.