When I arose the following morning, I wrote to my father.

Dad,

Since our short discussion at the restaurant, there has rarely been but a minute that I have not been in deep thought concerning the question you asked me concerning Samantha at dinner. I must say that I am deeply troubled, concerned and confused.

It seemed so easy to answer the first few. I am in love with Samantha. And I do believe that I could support us. Love her forever? Now that, my friend, is an ass-kicker!

To me, what troubles me the most is this. If the three questions were numbered one thru three in the same order as above; if I could confidently answer "Yes" to number one and two, shouldn't number three naturally follow as a "Yes" as well. But it is not so. It appears my work in Vermont is not done. I came here to find myself, and this will be another part of that equation.

As I fumble thru this, I want to ask you to be there as I have questions. I know that you have always been an advisor and a sounding board; but this one is big, and I really need a trusted advisor in my corner. Sadly, Mom just won't do! If at some point I get too personal, as I feel sure I will ask you questions about how you conquered this with Mom, please be candid. In the end, this is a demon I must conquer on my own anyway.

I would be remiss if I didn't say that I feel this is unfair. At the same time, life is not fair. In knowing that, I realize you have taught me well. Additionally, it seems better to conquer this while I am here in Vermont. If I can get my thoughts, feelings and actions clear with respect to both my career and my personal relationship with Samantha, let's get a move on...I am ready to tackle it. 

Thank you in advance for your experience, advice and wisdom.

Your Son