I am literally the one that got away. I lived with an abusive idiot in Ohio, and when I left him, I took the first available plane to Florida. He found me twice down there, and 15 years later when I flew back to Ohio for my father’s funeral, a cousin told me that he had been calling her for all those years looking for me. He apparently had been calling everyone in the phone book with the same last name as mine. Since my last name is not a common one, they were all relatives.
I don’t think he knows my married name, but he is still trying. In my paticular case, it’s not being self centered, because I want him to stop.