O.K!
Thank You all! I must apologize for my boorish behavior!!! (and the feeling sorry for myself. That is just silly and pointless.)

Not 5 minutes after I posted, Guess who called???
You are smart girls, so I know you have the answer!

I did just what I was supposed to do. I remained cheerful and nice and pleasant. I will recap as best I can:

H:Well, we lost in the quartfinals. It was a long day.
P: I'm sorry you lost. How did you play?
H: Pretty good.
P: Oh, I know that "pretty good" to you is "Great" to me, because you're always too hard on yourself and don't like to brag.
H: (laughing) I knew I called you for a reason!
P: I was worried about you yesterday. I was wondering what happened with your games.
H: We didn't get done until really late. Any free time I had I used to get some work done. With working between games, and late into the night, and early this morning, I finally got thru my project."
P: You must be relieved!
H: I am! You know, I wish you would have come here. I know how you get into this stuff. You would have had fun.
P: I'm sure I would have. Maybe next time.

Then we talked about the stuff I was doing for him. (Betsey, it can't wait...must be done by tomorrow. It's paperwork for registration for a whole soccer league.)
Pretty good so far, huh?
Well, I could end it here, or I could tell the truth. The truth is, then I got a little teary eyed. I decided I had to say something:
P: I wish you would have called yesterday. I didn't know what was going on with you.
H: I know.
P: It's just that I ended our last conversation by saying that I want you to want to call, and then you didn't..."
H: (sounding sad) I will call you as soon as we get to Vegas.
P: O.K. H, I just miss the days when I was the first one you wanted to speak to, win or lose. I was really interested in what was going on with you.
H: I know.
H: (Laughing) What are you doing tomorrow night?
(Let me explain this... for some reason, whenever I cry, he wants to have sex with me!)
P: Well...
H: (Sensing rejection) Never mind!
P: You didn't let me finish! I was going to say, "Well, I'll be busy _____ing my husband."
(laughing) O.K. then! I'll call you when I get to the next hotel.

So, I swam right past the blood in the water, girls.

Betsey, as much as it hurts to admit it...it is all about the insecurity. I just want something to go on, and I know you're all shouting, "YOU HAVE TONS TO GO ON!!!!" I guess I am stuck in a balck and white phase of wanting to hear: "I love you and I will do whatever it takes to make this work!"
I know I was wrong here. But, for an impatient person like me, I think I've done pretty well up to this point! I won't let myself feel too badly over this latest backslide.

You know what? Last night I made myself write out all my horrible feelings. I saw that the last time I did that was on Dec. 28th. The weird thing? I went to the counselor in Jan. and told her our holidays were "Great!" (and I meant it!) I had no recollection of feeling that way on the 28th.
I just thought that was interesting.

Thanks, girls, for the intervention. I have sobered up, and I feel a bit shameful....