The universe assigned my therapist - who doesn't even know they're my therapist - during a ceremony presided over by a gay minister in the driveway of a former residence due to early COVID concerns, which ceremony involved the exchange of vows.
And as the universe's impeccable irony-infested humor would have it, that minister no longer remembers who he is....
I found mine on psychologytoday
tbf, it may be owned by a gay minister ;)