I won't compete with you for your attention. You ask me a question, and when i start to answer, you interrupt me and talk about yourself.
Okay, i get it. You didn't really want to know what i had to say, you just wanted to talk some more about yourself.
But i won't beg, and i won't return to my point after you interrupt, unless you insist. Which you rarely do.
I will withdraw. My silence is my defense.
And you notice my silence, subconsciously. It makes you talk more. I wonder, is silence an anathema to you?
I kind of like silence. It would leave me space to love you.