When in exile

Step 1.... (Elizabeth)

"Elizabeth, I've warned you many times, that this would happen" my mother yells at me as I get ready to leave for the last time "I know mother and I'm sorry but everything happens for a reason, this is just my role in this fucked up world we call life" I say climbing in "goodbye, this is the last Ill see you for a long time" I say kissing my mother good bye and pulling out of the driveway. yeah I got disowned, all the secrets got out I didn't fit the family image and I got kicked out, exiled, erased, wrote out, what ever you want to call it, but it also gives me hope recently there have been disowned people that have come back welcomed with open arms and tears, I just need to wait for it to blow over, who knows maybe it will be good for me. I pulled the last straws, so here I am driving to The rental car place to return the car... im moving to canada to get away from my family, the sad thing was I always knew at some point it would catch up to me all the partying, sleeping around, going to clubs, doing other things that don't represent my family at all... but can you really blame me we own purina the animal food company, it's not like it's exciting or anything, I've had this part of my life planned for a while ever since my dad was on edge I had plans of moving my business somewhere else so Canada why not. I was taking this one step farther than everyone else probably because I screwed up the worse, most of them just move south and reinvent themselves not me, I want a total life changer. I had my passport ready and I boarded my flight a couple hours later I landed in Calgary, Alberta. this was new to me different money, different measuring systems, I was a little freaked out actually when I got into my car and realized it was not in miles, so just kind of guesses my speed. I pulled up to new house over the past week I had shipped stuff here and now I needed to unpack. a little while later there was a knock on my front door "be there in a second" I yelled walking towards the door "oh sorry to bother you miss, but I just wanted to welcome you here" a Canadian lady said "oh thank you, I'm Elizabeth Danforth, and your name is?" I asked trying not to be rude " I'm LeeAnn Mactner, it's lovely to finally meet you, I live right across the street if you need anything dear" she says with a gentle smile walking back across the road, she reminded me of my Aunt Jeanette but a much younger version. I can't stand an unfinished house so quickly unpack the rest of my things, and I come to a sad realization I have no friends no family to call no one to talk to. I wake up the next morning get up threw on sweat pants and a t-shirt, I had bought a little shop for my business I was a wedding planner... the most wanted wedding planner, I had a shop in St. Louis that I recently closed and I'm reopening here in Calgary. It was a cute little building but the inside needed to be redone, which I had hired people to do I had hardwood floors put in and painted the walls I made curtains and changed the little building into my own... the next day it was completely finished and I hung pictures of weddings and sketches of booze and shoes and their were some cheesy love quotes. it wasn't like my shop in St. Louis because I didn't want it like that, in that shop there were pictures of my family and it wasn't a very cozy and inviting feel like this one has. I was the most wanted wedding planner because I fought for my clients and made sure they got what they wanted every single time. I was inspired by love and thought it was a magical thing that couldn't be tarnished... but here I am in Canada because I got disowned.... I pushed those thoughts out of my head as I smoothed the wrinkles out of the dress I was wearing waiting for my first Canadian Clients to come, I was excited my first clients "Hello, I'm Elizabeth Danforth" I say opening the door to let the couple come in "hi nice to finally meet you Elizabeth, I'm Amber and this is my Fiancé Scott" amber says shaking my hand with a big smile "ok, nice to meet you, now let's get started" I say returning the smile going behind my desk to write stuff down "when's the date?" I asked "October 25,2015" she says "what else do you know?" "well we would like it to be outside, were both rodeo riders so we have more of a rustic, cowboy look invisioned" she says with her eyes going wide "do you mean like burlap and boots by that?" I asked trying to get a better grip on it "yes exactly" she says.... the meeting goes on for another 30 minutes, and I have enough to go by. now I have to hire an assistant, which I have interviews in 5 minutes. They all come through there were only a few good choices actually and I chose Brandy Wilcox, she was a medium height, curvy type of women but absolutely beautiful and smart, she had dark brown hair and tan skin, she was physically the complete opposite of me besides the height, I was a skinny girl always had been with fiery red hair and pale skin, you can't blame me though I'm Irish and Scottish. Brandy and I got along great, I knew this was going to be a great partnership. As I was driving home the only thought in my head was part of a long list of rules I grew up knowing.. 'bring disgrace to your family and you get erased'... it was cold but true and now I could help but think of my own steps I'm taking.... step 1 'start over'....