Okay so I was HEAVILY involved in that wedding ceremony. Sit here, do this, present the rings, sign the blah blah. “James will now do XYZ” I keep being taken away by a photographer to do personal shots with bride and groom. I guess like, I’m important to the Bride? Like… really important? And it took “present the rings to me and the guy who is gonna be my husband in three minutes time, in front of 50 of our friends and family” for my autistic ass to begin to comprehend.