You Can't Raise A Man Novels & Stories

“That changes nothing, you aren’t going through with that shit, we need to find a better fix for this.” “Well, what do you suggest? I don’t have the capacity to raise this child. No father, no job, no husband, I don’t even have a life, why would I suffer only to bring in a child to the world that would also suffer?” I queried, pain in my heart as I spoke.

“Okay Alexa you can do this, come on girl don’t let what these men and that stupid Elena both get to you and turn you into a savage. Your bigger than all that. Better than all that and you are going to show them that they can not do anything to change that because you are always going to rise above the occasion”.

My dad confirms in finality staring back into my eyes. "What are you saying?" My mother shook my father's hand anxious. "He is our son...." My father lays a finger on my mother's lips. "Shh...and he is going to live." Dragging a chair beside mine he commands like he used to do when I was a kid to bring assurance in me. "I didn't raise you to go weak on your emotions." He points to me with his eyes in a shade of disappointment. "Men don't cry in our families because they are meant to be strong and you are a man. You are the backbone of your family and you need to be resilient for them."

There is nothing I can do. Nothing. The truth of it settles over me. All my power, all my connections, all the fear my name once commanded— none of it matters now. I am just a man whose past disqualifies him from the most fundamental human right: to raise his own child. I straighten up, wiping the last of the tears from my face with the back of my hand. If this is goodbye, then I'll say it with whatever dignity I have left. My son deserves better than to see his father fall apart completely.

Different purposes. He opened the first. "To be read when you become a father." Dante, If you are reading this, you have a child. You have experienced the terror and joy of being responsible for another life. You understand now what I tried to teach you. Being a man is not about strength or wealth or control. It is about protection. About sacrifice. About putting someone else’s needs before your own. I was never good at showing you this. I tried through rules and expectations and distance, thinking that would make you strong. It just made you lonely.

And my boys would grow up to be amazing men, not because of a father figure, but because of the strong, independent woman who had raised them. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. I was doing this, and I was crushing it. Bring on the chaos, I was ready.

“Why don't you leave this for now and go rest if there is something I can do for you you can tell me I will gladly help out, you just got back from a trip I feel no strach that I know you deserve to a whole day to your self. “But this work won't work on itself” “it's can't don't be hard on yourself come on let's go” I closed the paper he was holding and tried to raise him up I said tried because if he had not willingly stood up I wouldn't have been able to get him up he is too big for me.

Jax growls angrily at the insult. He doesn’t like how his mate was referred to and then to be called incapable. It takes everything in me not to lash out and though I have firm control of what Jax can do, he is very much present and my father who is not as oblivious as the other men notices. He doesn’t cower, a king never cowers. Good thing, all my life I have been raised to be that. I was raised to be like him, my mother wanted me to be better and just from this, I already know I am better.

People who don't want any children are heartless and selfish. "If she can afford to help with the kids' tuition, she can afford to raise them. Stop making excuses."

“I… I…” I let a growl rip through the room. I can’t stand someone who takes forever to say what they need to say. He’s a young man and has no idea what a man is like. It’s disgusting to think that she thought she could raise him. When I tie her to me, I will make sure I take over raising him into the man he needs to be. If I let her take over his upbringing, he will be soft. I plan to have her help raise the girl because she would need a mother’s touch. I will make sure she’s as hard as she needs to be to survive.