The decision is to count the landlord as awesome memories, as proof that there are better men in the world, a good time in my life and nothing more. My husband has already made me aware of what he would do if I were ever to enter a relationship with our landlord again. I'm playing with fire. It's a dangerous game. My main thing is trying to figure out how to make myself quit talking to the landlord. I think if I can break all communication with him, then I can eventually get over my feelings and it's safer for everyone that I do that. I'm just struggling with the "how"