Hannukah

Finally got the scale open. I was too scared to weigh myself so I made my mom go first since she'd weighed herself that morning at work and already knew the number. But the scale was way off and said she was nearly 20 pounds less than what she really is. I hopped on and was elated to see the double digit number it showed, but disappointed when I remembered the scale was faulty /: We're going back to exchange it tomorrow.

In other news, today (up until the Hanukkah dinner) was really, really great. One of the best days I've had in a very long time. There was a huge sample sale downtown and I went with a friend. I bought the loveliest set of rose gold above-the-knuckle rings, a new iPhone case from DimePiece, the most amazing pair of dark round sunglasses, a sheer button-up with leather collar and gold tips, and more bits and bobs I can't even remember. We just walked around looking at clothes all day and then we went to Melrose to pick up some pillows she'd ordered and then to exchange some jeans at AA. A simple day, but just so fun! It made me realize how much happier I am and how much more MYSELF I am around good friends and close family.

Well, that brings me to the latter part of my day. Yes, I did come up with an excuse to get myself out of spending the night. I hung around for a bit then pulled him aside and told him I needed to go home after dinner because... I GOT MY PERIOD. Obviously, that put the absolute fear of god in him and he immediately agreed to take me home.

I had a couple thin slices of tri-tip and a small piece of salmon. Some salad and a couple latkes with applesauce. His mother served tarte tartin (is that what it's called?) for dessert and I had a small piece with a cup of coffee. I didn't feel too guilty as that's all I'd eaten today. Menstrual cramps usually make me lose my appetite, which I'm grateful for. The evening went all right, but I just felt so out of place. Not because I'm not Jewish, or not part of the family, but I just felt like a personality that didn't really belong. His mother makes me uncomfortable, almost guilty. His father is alright, and his brother is sweet. I like his aunt and grandfather. I'm still unsure about the grandmother. Regardless, I just don't find myself excited for any of these family dinners of his. On the way home, he told me I needed to sleep over sometime this week. Yeah, we'll see about that.

My only concern now is if I should wait to break up with him after the holidays, or just stop putting it off and do it before Christmas (which neither of celebrate, but it's still a very... family-oriented time??). Can anyone out there offer any advice?