Not the original reply but seconding their advice—if you don’t feel up to it, don’t go. The best thing about my wife is that I never have to wonder why she’s doing something—she just tells me. These things come with a uterus; if a little waiting is enough to put him off, better to know now.

If they wanted me to care about more than one paragraph, they could have left-aligned like responsible adults. Center alignment is godawful to read.

Assuming the title is accurate, the performance was over at that point.

They’re the coarse leftover that doesn’t make it through the sifting process for cornmeal. People in the southern United States make this into flavorless porridge and add lots of other things to it to make it somewhat palatable.

Disclaimer: I have never enjoyed grits, despite my entire family making them constantly and now seeing them in restaurants everywhere as if they’re a culinary delicacy. Someone who likes them would probably describe them differently.

Take it up a notch—if I’m competent to make decisions for myself, and I want to be dead, it’d be pretty nice if there was a medical facility that would give me a hand. Or a needle, whatever.

You’re already putting more effort into caring about them than they did about their answer. Etiquette requirements met.