Ex-DH moved out about 18 months ago. For a couple of years before that, the routine in the evening was that he’d hang out downstairs in the living room and I’d retreat up to the bedroom and hang out under the duvet.
But since then, the only times I’ve used the living room have been when I’ve been watching TV with the DCs. When they’re at their dad’s house, I still just wind up hanging out in my bedroom - if I sit in the living room, I just feel very aware of it being me on my own and I feel uncomfortable, or I sit around noticing all the unread books or unpainted walls. I’m not really a TV person but very occasionally watch a film in there.
It doesn’t help that the living room feels a bit depressing and unloved, tbh - I have cans of paint, but can’t seem to coordinate the tasks that’d be needed to get that done (moving furniture, blocking a small damp patch, prepping the walls, painting the woodwork etc). I have a colourful sofa and armchair and lots of books but sad old white Billy bookshelves that feel a bit studenty. I’ve also got zero budget to buy new things for the room or get someone in to paint. It’s a tiny terrace - the front door leads straight into the room but we never use it. (My bedroom is also drab and depressing but at least there I can pull the duvet over my head!)
Does anyone have any suggestions for how I can learn to stop worrying and love my living room?