So I caught the season finale of And Just Like That (the Sex and the City continuation) yesterday, and the first five minutes and last ten minutes made me want to throw things at the wall.

Now, I have actually been enjoying this season. In fact, I’ve enjoyed the entire show so far, which came as a bit of a surprise because I tried rewatching SatC a while ago and had to turn it off because I wanted to strangle most of the characters. But hey, there’s twenty-five years between original broadcast and now, and attitudes change. The nice thing about AJLT is that the characters are all my age and have similar problems so I can hook into their storylines far more easily.

Anyway, back to the Season Two finale. It opens with Carrie getting a call from [SPOILER] and leaving her apartment door open while she takes the call. Which wouldn’t be an issue except that she now has a kitten and had been in the middle of greeting the kitten when her phone rang. I literally sat there saying out loud, “Carrie, get the door. Get the door, Carrie. Get the door. Get the door. CARRIE, GET THE MOTHERFUCKING DOOR BEFORE YOU LOSE THAT KITTEN!”

Which kind of cut down on my enjoyment of the scene. And indeed Carrie finishes the call in time to see the kitten toddling into the hallway and scoops it up, at which point I could breathe again. Okay, maybe that scene only bothers cat owners.

But then we get the denouement with Aidan (more spoilers here so if you haven’t seen the episode yet don’t read this post). In the previous episode he finds out that his 14-year-old-son Wyatt got pissed off at his mom, decided to get drunk and drove Aidan’s truck back to their farm where he promptly crashed the car into a tree and broke his arm and leg. Okay, it has been established that the kid has issues. Fine.

But after Carrie’s last dinner in her treasured brownstone apartment Aidan shows up, sits her down, and explains that he was the resident parent while his ex-wife had to fly around on business, and that he needs to be there for Wyatt until Wyatt is out of his teens, which will be in five years. He then tells Carrie with his whole fucking chest that they can’t be together for that period of time and asks her to wait for him, telling her that it’ll go by in a snap.

And she says yes. And they go to bed before he heads back to his farm house and his kid in Virginia. And I was left there thinking, “…wait, what?”

The thing is, Carrie is inherently selfish. She’s beautiful, kooky, funny, and has great taste in clothes. She’s also selfish. It’s why she clicked so well with Big—they were both self-obsessed New Yorkers who got off on the drama of their breakups and makeups. Aidan was never, ever right for her—he wasn’t back in the original series, and he’s still not now. So I find it hard to believe that that Carrie meekly agreed to wait for five fucking years until Wyatt grows out of his phase (assuming that happens at all, but that is a whole ‘nother issue that I won’t get into here). This woman is 56. She’s already lost one husband and had a hip replacement. She’s in the age range where bad medical shit starts to happen more and more often. She’s closer to the end of her life than she is to the beginning of it. She’s selfish. And she’s just going to drift around her beautiful new apartment with her cat Shoe and patiently wait for Aidan?

I call bullshit. This is not what Carrie Bradshaw would do (frankly, it’s not what any intelligent, wealthy, self-centered widow in her mid-fifties would do). She’d call Seema up and rage about being dumped for Wyatt, Charlotte would shame her about wanting Aidan to choose her over his son, she’d come to terms with it and write Aidan a beautiful breakup letter hoping that he finds ways to help Wyatt and wishing him all the best, and she’d move on. Not this modern take on Miss Havisham nonsense, even if she did wind up on a beach in Greece with Seema.

Sorry. I’m having flashbacks to the last season of Game of Thrones. The AJLT producers were so damn close to sticking the landing on this, but my writer brain cannot see it as anything but a massive fumble.