<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Emotional Immaturity on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/emotional-immaturity/</link><description>Recent content in Emotional Immaturity on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/emotional-immaturity/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Since You Asked: Signs of Emotional Immaturity</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/letters/since-you-asked-signs-of-emotional-immaturity/</link><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/letters/since-you-asked-signs-of-emotional-immaturity/</guid><description>&lt;p>&lt;strong>Dear Lorraine,&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
&lt;p>My brother Danny is sixty-one. I am sixty-five. We&amp;rsquo;ve been in each other&amp;rsquo;s lives our whole lives, the two oldest kids in a small house in the same town where we both still live.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Danny has always been difficult. Even at twenty-five, he needed to be the one who was right, who was wronged, who deserved more recognition than he got. We worked around it. Our mother called it &amp;ldquo;just how Danny is.&amp;rdquo; I had other names for it that I kept to myself at family dinners.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>