<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Friendships on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/friendships/</link><description>Recent content in Friendships on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/friendships/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Toxic Relationship Signs Most of Us Learn Not to See</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/toxic-relationship-signs/</link><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/toxic-relationship-signs/</guid><description>&lt;p>Marlene had known Sandra for thirty-two years. She said the number the way people say something they can&amp;rsquo;t quite believe. Thirty-two years. They had survived husbands and job losses and a cross-country move Marlene made and then reversed. They had attended each other&amp;rsquo;s children&amp;rsquo;s weddings. They had sat in each other&amp;rsquo;s hospitals. And yet Marlene had started, some years back, coming home from visits with Sandra feeling emptier than when she arrived. Not devastated. Not obviously hurt. Just less. Like something had been taken, quietly, in increments too small to name on any single day.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>