He Wasn't Man Enough

By Shanique Ferron

Not ever content, Edward struggled to acknowledge why a lot of things happened to him. He struggled to understand why he was still single and living at home with his parents, at the age of forty. He struggled to understand why he wasn’t settled down with a beautiful wife and children.

He believed that he had everything a woman could want from a man but did not recognize why he was still alone.

Every day, he would hustle hard on solid streets, to come home to a cold and empty bed. Sometimes he’d look at his parents and get angry with himself because he did not have what they had.

At times he’d even isolate himself, just to be even more alone, alone with his thoughts. But did he ever grow up? Did he ever stop acting as if he was new to money?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781326948818

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He Wasn't Man Enough

He Wasn’t Man Enough

By

Shanique Ferron

Introduction

I am confused. I am sad. I am single. I am a lonely, forty year old white man who still lives at home with his parents. I am Edward, Edward the waste man.

I know, you’re probably thinking to yourselves why on earth does he think so little of himself? Does he hate himself that much?

Well, you’ll soon understand. This is not any old story; it’s the story of my shitty life.

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It’s not life, its death that I am living. Neglected and rejected by everything that I crave, the only entity that I want. I wonder if the box will miraculously creep up and rise six feet one day, to expose some light back into my eyes.

My right hand is constantly occupied, and is only motivated by fake visions that I wish I could transfer to my left, and allow to become a reality.

Not ever content, sometimes, I struggle to acknowledge why a lot of things happen to me. I struggle to understand why I am still single at the age of forty. I brawl to understand why I am not settled down with a beautiful wife with children. Why am I still living with my parents? Why can’t I commit? I cannot be the problem; I refuse to believe that I am the problem. I have everything that a woman could want from a man. I own everything; the money, the cars, the gold and not forgetting about my astonishingly good looks. Who wouldn’t want a sexy, tatted, Caucasian man like me?

Every day, I wake up and hustle hard on the solid streets, to come home to a cold and empty bed. From time to time, I even look at my parents and get angry with myself because I do not have what they have; love, stability and a family of my own. Even though, my lifestyle does not allow me to socialise to the point where I am able to find and to settle down with a good woman, it is still my wish that is yet to