I am still surrounded by nice, wholesome, friendly LDS people. I still enjoy their company and appreciate the family atmosphere of my area. But I grieve for them. I know it's just a pretty mask.
That's my story as well. I became a Christian about 30 years ago. One of my co-workers tried diligently to lure me into the LDS "Church". Despite the apparent wholesomeness of the Mormon people and their "church", something always struck me as being amiss. I thank God for those Holy-Spirit-led promptings of doubt about the Mormons and their teachings. After I became a Christian and grew in my understanding of God's plan of salvation, the errors of Mormonism became readily apparent.
When Mormon missionaries ask me to pray about the BOM, I can tell them that I prayed in the past about whether to join the LDS "church" and even though I wasn't a Christian at the time, I believe that God answered my prayers definitely. My misgivings about Mormonism became even more acute. Shortly after that, I met some other young adults who were meeting for a Bible study. I didn't interact with them long before it became clear this is where God wanted me.