I was born in no particular religious tradition. My father was an agnostic and my mother was a hugely lapsed Southern Baptist (her brother was a preacher, in fact).
Anyhow, my mother and father were divorced when I was still a toddler and my Dad got custody when he came back from Viet Nam.
We moved to Detroit and he married a Lutheran woman who never went to church except for weddings and funerals.
Fast forward to the late seventies:
I began getting interested in religion and read everything I could find on it eventually settling into a routine of reading Thomas Merton and various lives of the saints. This led me to believe that I had a vocation to the priesthood (I wasn't even Catholic yet!). I began talking to priests and made very good friends with the Jesuit vocation director for the Detroit province.
I told my Dad I wanted to become Catholic. I was about 13 or 14 at the time. He said no but we could talk about it again when I was 16.
When I was 16 I asked my high school guidance counselor who was a laicized ex-priest how I could go about becoming Catholic. He put me in touch with a catechism group (what would be called RCIA today).
At the Easter Vigil of 1982 at the ripe old age of 16 I was baptized and confirmed in the Latin rite of the Roman Catholic Church.
After this everything got really weird. I was a sporadic Catholic. I maintained my connections with the Jesuits and was now, technically, a "candidate" which is more or less what they call a postulant.
I went into the Army, drank too much, behaved horribly, got out of the Army, continued behaving horribly and only going to church when the guilt and shame got to be too heavy.
I was living in Seattle at the time and during a period of relative calm and conversion I visited a Trappist monastery in Oregon where I expressed an interest in joining them. I was not immediately rejected and was enrolled as a tentative postulant.
Eventually they said they didn't think it would be a good idea probably because I was till quite immature and had all the marks of an inveterate worldling about me.
Not long after this I fell in with a very bad crowd.
That's right, Fundamentalist Protestant Evangelicals *GASP*.
Well, they got me. I sobered up and more or less straightened up and started flying in a more direct trajectory.
I returned to the Detroit area, met my wife, a Lutheran, got married in the Lutheran Church and settled down to have a mortgage, babies, car payments, jobs the whole nine yards.
I was also confirmed in the Lutheran Church shortly after this.
About a year or so ago I began having stirrings of desire for the church of my youth.
I had, off and on, always gone to mass, even in my most hectically protestant days. Sometimes I would get up and leave before it really even got started, berating myself for continuing to be enslaved by "popish nonsense".
Anyway, during one of these times of refreshing I visited a priest in my area and told him my story. He told me that my marriage wasn't valid as far as the church went and that I couldn't come back.
I wasn't at all sure what I thought about this; I wavered between acceptance and indignation.
He said that there were a couple of ways the situation could be remedied, the easiest of which was to have my wife "remarry" me in a private Catholic ceremony.
My wife was not interested.
This left us with the option of having my marriage "radically sanated", from the Latin sanatio in radice meaning a "healing at the root". My case went to the Archdiocesan tribunal and my marriage was "sanated" and upon my confession I was received back into the Catholic Church.
I currently attend my wife's church with her though I do not, of course, commune. My daughter goes to the School and they are both very active there.
Right now the likelihood of my wife joining me in the RCC seems small, but, with God, all things are possible.