First world problem, I know.
My flat hasn't been decorated since I first moved in, eight years ago. Before that I was in a refuge for several months having escaped dv. I painted, got it just how I wanted it, before I met DH and DC followed, etc. This place was/is my haven: made all I'd been through 'worth it' IYSWIM.
So now it's come to time to redecorate. DH is sanding walls down as we speak, while I'm hiding in the bedroom sobbing, dreading weeks of upheaval, and change. I feel so ungrateful! Aibu to be upset?