You're not even angry anymore. You've gone quiet, distant, a little numb, like you've pulled the plug to stop the hurt. That's a real place to be, and you don't have to perform your way out of it. Numbness is often grief that hasn't had anywhere safe to go. God hasn't moved. He's right here in the silence, patient with you, not asking you to feel something you can't yet. The flicker can come back, and He'll be here when it does.