Where's the outrage?

Greetings. Day two of NC. I am so numb...I can think about the things that he did to me and recount them calmly and clearly to my friends, almost as if I am telling a story about some one else's life. Logically, I know what I have been through merits EPIC amounts of anger...outrage would be justified. Why do I feel so dead inside? Just days ago, I was a ball of emotion. Now that I've made the break, you can almost hear the tumbleweeds blowing around inside me. Nothingness.

Has anyone else experienced this? Any advice?

xoxo