Why do I have to sell all my shit?

It's in my soul to take care of some one I care about it just happens to be my roommate. However this has gone to far. Now with poverty looming he asked one question "Don't you have anything left to sell or pawn?" Horns grew through my eyeballs. Wrong question. When it comes to my shit he doesn't give a shit. When he's poor he will eventually sell his. I'm tired of people taking advantage of me. It's just not right.