When I was young, I also dated a man who had nothing. No car, no house, no savings. My parents took turns advising me, saying that if I stayed with him, I would suffer in the future. I refused to listen, thinking they were too conventional, believing that true love should be carried through poverty and hardship together.

Later, it was my mom's words that brought me back. She said, “If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you come back multiple times to argue with your parents. If he really thinks he’s unworthy of you because he has no house or car, he should work hard and strive, not make you negotiate with us. You are his girlfriend, not his bargaining representative.”
I was stunned. After she finished, she sighed and said, “When your dad married me, he was also very poor, but he dared to carry a basket of eggs to my grandmother’s house to propose. He was chased out with a broom by your grandfather, and the next day, he sat outside the door, waiting all morning. Your dad told me that a man who doesn’t shield his woman from the wind shouldn’t get married.
Later, we broke up. He told everyone that I disliked him because he was poor. I didn’t explain. But sometimes I think back—your dad was chased out and sat in the corner, not because he was poor, but because he believed he could give her a good life. Are you sure the man who needs you to protect him can give you a good life?”