And Just Like That You Broke My Heart After 27 Years

I need to have a word with the people behind And Just Like That because after nearly three decades of loyalty, laughter, tears, and cosmos, I feel like you slammed the door in my face without even bothering to say goodbye.

For 27 years I have worked hard to make sure I never missed a single episode. I have arranged my life around Carrie Bradshaw and her fabulous crew. I bought every single DVD box set, I sat in a dark movie theater multiple times alone to watch the first film when it premiered, and I kept the faith through the good, the bad, and even the questionable fashion choices of this latest series. I have been riding the emotional rollercoaster that is And Just Like That—defending it to people who abandoned ship early, because I believed you would eventually give me something worth waiting for.

Tonight, as my husband drove us to dinner, I was convincing myself and TK it was going to happen. I was building scenarios in my head. I even had him running down the path. Maybe she wakes up in London with Duncan bringing her coffee, or maybe—just maybe—she’s with Samantha. After all, if you were a real fan, you know Carrie knew Samantha before any of the other ladies. The Carrie Diaries told us that. My heart was ready for a full-circle moment, one that would make me gasp, smile through my tears, and whisper, Yes… this is why I stayed.

Instead, you gave me thirty-plus minutes of Charlotte getting it on with her husband and Miranda cleaning up poop. Poop. Is this really the best you could do? After 27 years?

Do you understand what you had in your hands? You had the power to tie a bow on a cultural icon. You had the chance to make millions of women feel seen, heard, and satisfied. You could have ended it with a montage of friendship and love that would’ve lived rent-free in our minds for the rest of our lives. You could have given us a moment that delivered peace, happiness, and those rare, beautiful tears of joy, the kind you wipe away while smiling because it feels like the perfect goodbye.

Instead, you gave us an ending that felt like someone forgot to write the last chapter. It was a filler episode disguised as a finale. It was like ordering your favorite dessert after waiting hours, only to have the waiter drop a plate of stale crackers on the table.

We—the loyal women who have grown up with these characters, who have weathered marriages, divorces, motherhood, menopause, heartbreak, and reinvention alongside them deserved more. We deserved to feel the way we did when we first met them, back when Carrie’s voiceover would open an episode and we’d lean in, ready for another adventure.

You didn’t just disappoint us, you left us stranded in the middle of a story that once meant everything. You failed to give us closure, and that hurts more than any fictional breakup ever could.

After 27 years, this wasn’t just a TV show. It was a relationship. And tonight, And Just Like That, you broke up with me. And you didn’t even have the decency to make it meaningful.

We deserved a love letter. You gave us a Post-it note that said, “I’m sorry, I can’t. Don’t hate me.”

Well, I’m not mad. I’m heartbroken. And that’s worse. Here’s my post it note ! And just like that - I hate you!