Nobody in my life now knows my past.
I've told as much of the truth where possible to people who really matter, my ex knew I had an abusive start in life, but I also had to lie and say that certain people were dead. I feel like I can't be honest because if me and the person I tell fell out it could be hugely dangerous.
I'm lucky in the fact that I was pretty young when I did this because its allowed me to have a past where I am now, friends who have known me for years etc so it isn't questioned too much nowadays. I have a backstory, friends who knew me as a teen, an ex and children etc so if you met me now you wouldn't find anything amiss.
Though if I'm honest it doesn't seem like a lie anymore, I've been me longer than I was ever 'her', and if I insinuate that certain people are dead nobody ever questions it further. I'm of an age now where it really isn't unusual to have dead parents etc and they are dead to me I guess.
When I'm writing it all down in one thread it does seem a lot more dramatic than the reality is. The leaving itself and the first 6 months were awful and freeing in equal measure, then there have been a couple of rough spots like my ex wanting marriage, and a couple of massive facebook posts trying to find me, but generally my life is great, I just quietly get on with things without having to worry too much, I have a small business, I'm a mum, have a council house, on the PTA etc, just a normal person getting on with things.
I am sorry to some of those I left behind, and if its any comfort to anyone on this thread missing someone, I do check on those from my past, and I still love them and think about them frequently, the situation and the choices I made prevent me from doing anything about it, but that doesn't mean that it was anything to do with those people at all. It breaks my heart when I think too much, the person who you are missing may well be missing you just as much.