My wife, maybe some of my friends. Curiously my father (whom I love and respect) doesn't know me at all, and it has been like that since I was very young. I always remember that when I was 6 years old, he gave me a soccer ball (safe assumption considering where I was born), but the thing is I never played Soccer. Same goes for my mother and sisters, it is sad but for example, I play several musical instruments... one of my sisters doesn't know I can do that, mainly because she doesn't care and she let's her husband (who hates me) tell her what to think of me.
In these last years the breach between me and my family has grown a lot, despite doing what I can to avoid it, but I have always been the black sheep of the family, the rebel, the one that did not do what was expected of me.