And Just Like That has been setting up Aidan’s son, Wyatt, as the major obstacle standing between Carrie and Aidan and their happily ever after for some time, so that obstacle finally rearing its head isn’t much of a surprise, but the timing sure is shitty. It looks as though Carrie moving out of her iconic brownstone is still very much happening — she, much to Seema’s dismay, sold the place at a bargain price to Lisette in single-woman solidarity — and things are quickly moving along at her Gramercy Park place. There are even plans in play for a Last Supper at the old place before Carrie officially moves. It honestly seems like there’s no going back at this point. Plus, Carrie and Aidan’s relationship couldn’t be in a better spot. He even owns up to several of the instances in which he was an absolute dick back on Sex and the City. Cue up that song from The Princess Diaries because sometimes miracles happen, folks.

But just as Aidan attempts to make amends for how terribly he treated Carrie back in the day, he gets a call from Cathy: Wyatt’s in the hospital, and he needs to return to Virginia. Later, he calls Carrie from the hospital parking lot to update her: 14-year-old Wyatt got into a fight with his mom, ran off to Aidan’s farm 30 miles away, got drunk, and crashed Aidan’s truck into a tree, breaking his leg, his collarbone, and totaling the truck. He wanted his dad, and his dad wasn’t there. Aidan is a complete mess over it. Listen, it’s great seeing a man who deeply cares for his children, but this breakdown made even me, a woman who loves to watch men weep in public, uncomfortable. It was a lot! And while Carrie tries to be supportive and sympathetic from afar, she also knows that this incident will jeopardize her future with Aidan. There’s no way a man crying that hard and feeling that much guilt isn’t going to reorganize his priorities.

The good news is that everyone’s sort of miserable this week, except for Charlotte, who gets to have a night out on the town with her new gallery girls. I guess that could also be considered bad news, should you have a soul. But for those of you here to relish in other people’s mess with me, let’s talk about Miranda! Miranda is thriving in her professional life. Her time filling in while her boss is on maternity leave seems to be going well, and when Reina returns, Miranda apparently makes an impression on some people they met with at the U.N. Personally, however, things are … not great. After Nya calls out the fact that Miranda completely cuts out her exes once she breaks up with someone (Nya isn’t judging, she is inspired) and Carrie makes a comment about how insane it is that Miranda knows absolutely nothing about Steve’s new hot dogs–and-clams stand/bar/restaurant/whatever on the Coney Island boardwalk, Miranda wants to make a change. She doesn’t want to be the person who ghosts everyone else. She certainly doesn’t want to treat everyone like she did Skipper Johnston. Although let’s not forget that Skipper was also Carrie’s friend, so technically, she also dropped Skipper. Skipper should definitely pop up in the background of this show sometime. He haunts us all!!

It’s because of this guilt and a desire to be a better ex that Miranda decides to join Carrie and Aidan at Che’s first stand-up show since their pilot got axed. Miranda does not tell Che that she’s coming. It’s a huge mistake. Che’s entire set is basically shitting all over Miranda and their relationship. It is so awkward for everyone, Miranda, Carrie, Aidan, me. Miranda can only take it for so long and mercifully decides to leave. Che sees her walk out and gets flustered, ends their set, and follows Miranda out the door. You’d think Che would be used to people on the street screaming “Not funny! Not funny!” at them, but when Miranda does it, they really get their back up about it. When Miranda tries to express how unbelievably hurt and embarrassed she is, Che tries to explain that they are a stand-up comedian; this is what they do. I’m no professional, but I do think that what a stand-up comedian “does” is tell jokes, and this set seems to be absent of those? If you’re going to be that mean, at least make it funny! Also, sure, Che didn’t know that Miranda was going to be there, but they knew Carrie was. Wouldn’t you assume Carrie would have an issue with it? Or go and tell Miranda? Che could be frustrated with constantly having to edit who they are to please people while also admitting that those “jokes” are pretty cruel and Che is a lot of things, but I don’t think they’ve ever been cruel. Anyway, if Che can’t come up with one funny joke about their eight-month journey of chaos with Miranda — the strap-on situation! The threesome with their husband, who hasn’t been mentioned again, sorry, Oliver Hudson! — they have much bigger problems than pissing off an ex-girlfriend. Regardless, Che self-righteously walks off into the night with Toby, the person who they were flirting with at the animal clinic, and seems more empowered than ever. Miranda remains hurt but also agrees to still attend Carrie’s Last Supper after Carrie reminds her that she’s alive and important to her. The gall of Carrie Bradshaw! Anyway, Steve will also be at this Last Supper, so it’s going to be a tragic mess, and I am already counting down the days.

Speaking of tragic mess: Stanford has apparently converted to Shintoism and is a monk in Kyoto now. Carrie and Anthony have tears in their eyes as Carrie informs her friend of Stanford’s decision and reads his letter about finding peace and letting all of his possessions go. They say good for him and toast to their Stanny. It helps Anthony realize that yes, he is stuck in his old ways and rigid beliefs about roles within a gay couple. Let me say that another way: Stanford becoming a Shinto monk helps Anthony accept that he doesn’t always need to be the top, and sometimes he should let Giuseppe fuck him instead. Carrie has made them cosmos ahead of time, so you know it’s serious. There had to be dozens of other ways to send off this character and pay tribute to Willie Garson, but we’re going with Shinto monk. It was the picture that really sent me, if I’m being honest, because, what? Sometimes when I’m watching this show, I do wonder if I’m being Truman Show–ed because there’s just no way this could be real. Please message me privately if this is, in fact, the case because it’s gone on way too long and I’m debilitatingly self-conscious. And if this isn’t the case, I guess, cheers to Stanny; good afternoon, good evening, and good night.