The silent woman sits at her computer. She thinks that by writing an anonymous blog she can purge... guilt, sin, dirt, call it what you will.
The problem is she doesn't really feel as guilty as she knows she should. Even though she is scummy dirty down to her core, she still can't feel as bad about it as she knows most people would.
She thinks about the things she has done. Bad things. You wouldn't know by looking at her. She is so cute, so bubbly, so dedicated to her children. Too bad she is a whore, huh? Too bad she has comitted so many rotten acts in her life that she is probably destined for hell no matter how much she tries to make up for it.
She is torn right in two- half of her is proud and evil and wants to brag, the other half knows that no matter how many baths she takes or how hot the water, she can't ever be clean again.
So what has she done that is so bad? Where to start? For tonight there will only be one thing to start with. If she ever visits this site again, she might let you know another bad thing, if you are unlucky and she is bored...
How about the thing that bothers her the most? How about: somewhere along her travels, the silent woman contracted genital warts. She had the warts removed and then removed it from her mind and kept on traveling. She is on her second husband and still no one but her knows. She can't tell anyone. She can't even stand to know herself so she tries to not think about it. It's been years since she found out and she CAN'T tell now!
So now she has to live with this hideous fact, the reality that she is diseased. She is less than... less than she was, less than other women, less than she should be.
