Ok, so there's A LOT to this and I'm going to attempt to shorten it the best way that I can and hope that it still makes some sort of sense.

I've been married for 8 years. It's always been an awful marriage but I always felt that I both loved my husband too much to give up, and that I said vows that stated for better or worse so I couldn't give up. It's an abusive marriage in every sense of the word. He has also had numerous affairs throughout the marriage, (way too many to count the ones I know about so no way of knowing how many I don't know about.) He justifies his affairs by telling me that I'm the one he comes home to every night and that sex is just sex, not love.

Anyways, we moved into a new home and I was instantly attracted to our new landlord. I felt drawn to him in a way that I can't explain and had never experienced with anyone before. As wrong as it is, I immediately tried to establish a friendship between us so that I could get to know him better. Things escalated pretty quickly between us. The first week that I knew him, we were constantly talking to each other about just about everything. We both tried backing off because we both started to feel that maybe we were getting feelings for eachother, or "ings" as we call them because even though we were so open with one another, neither one of could actually bring ourselves to use the full term. We are both Aquarius so for the most part we are both considered to be emotionally detached, but we were very quickly getting emotionally attached to each other. The attempt at backing away from another lasted for 2 days and we gave in to our "ings." It was incredibly mind blowing for each of us. We began spending all of our free time together, staying out until 3 - 4 in the morning just talking, or going places, or just anything that involved us spending time together. It got to a point that we began using the 3 words that we were both most afraid of and started planning out a future together.

Keep in mind, I was still with my husband at this time. However, I had begun filling out divorce papers and getting them ready to file. He started to suspect the things that were going on between me and our landlord so the abuse began escalating to more than once a day everyday. Our landlord told me that if I wanted a future with him like we had started planning, than I needed to leave my husband right then and worry about the repercussions later and if I didn't than I would lose him instead. So I left that day.

I felt pure unexplainable bliss. This man was absolutely wonderful to me. He treated me with the upmost respect, love, and care. He was attentive, funny, great looking, smart, just everything that I never had in man. Even if he was upset with me, he wouldn't even raise his voice to me. The differences between him and my husband were unbelievable.

But than I began trying to analyze the connection too deeply with the whole saying, "too good to be true." Which as a result started to make feel a little insecure.

After I left my husband, he was trying to get me to come back to him. He was admitting his faults to me and admitting that he put me through more hell than any person should have to go through. He was laying the whole "things will be different" deal on pretty thick and started putting even more doubts in my mind about our landlord. Saying things like, do you think you're the first tenant he's had a relationship with? Do you think he really gives a **** about you, you're just another piece of *** that rented from him, when the new wears off he'll move on to the next tenant, etc...... All while trying to convince how much he regretted all his mistakes during our marriage and how his eyes had finally opened up to how much he loves me and how much he has hurt me and blah blah blah.

The doubts worked and I went back to my husband. Not only because I had begun having doubts and feared that they might turn out to be true, but because I was naive enough to believe my husband that things would be different and I felt that I owed it to my son to try things with his daddy again.

So of course some Jerry Springer type crap happened between my husband and landlord. But after all the drama settled down between them them, he and I began communicating again. No matter how hard I try, I can't get him out of my head and can't resist talking to him. He says it's the same with him when it comes to me and we feel that we're only making life more difficult by talking to each other but neither one of us can stop.

I need to stop talking to him. I don't know what to do. Any advice?