I'm so very sorry for what just happened. I know how much it feels like a Mike Tyson punch to the gut to be served D papers. The court processor somehow got through our security in the lobby, found my office, then served it to me with a smile. Nice.
I can only guess that you're now feeling the way I did...numb...confused...scared to death...no appetite...pissed...sad...depressed...the list goes on and on.
I know you're far gone right now, but try to hold it down long enough to resist the urge to call/contact your WAW to relieve the pressure you're feeling. Use this thread you created and go apes**t on the keyboard. Let it all out here, and not on her.
I can almost guarantee one thing, you will not "detach completely and for good", but I can understand and appreciate why you wrote that today.
I'm not sure you'll read this in time, but could you take a day off work tomorrow? Call in sick if you can. I don't think you will be in any shape to handle yourself effectively knowing that your WAW is physically around. Mayor COG has now dubbed tomorrow rickya holiday.
If you want, I'll check in multiple times tomorrow if you just need someone to vent with.
Now try to get some sleep...I know you'll probably drift in and out throughout the night, so keep the TV on for background noise. It sorta helped me when I was where you are...
- Me = 32 y/o - WAW = 32 y/o - M = 2.5 yrs, T = 12.5 yrs - No kids - Bomb, WAW moved out, D filed = 8/15/08