My dad was raised by his grandmother and step grandfather.
His parents divorced in the late 1940s, and his mum left him with his dad. As a single dad, in post war britain, there wasn't much my grandad could do except leave him with his mum (my great gran)
They took him in, (step grandfather rather grudgingly) and my dad knows he was lucky not to end up a Barnados kid - and likely shipped to Australia or something.
They had no other extended family and he lost touch with his dad who remarried.
He joined the military at 15, and the same day his gran threw out everything of his as "he no longer lives here"
He has no photos or any momentos of his childhood at all.
His gran died when he was 22.
He reunited briefly with his dad before he died in the late 1970s, who dropped the bombshell on my dad that he had a sister - a newborn who his mum had taken when she left my dad and grandad. Dad had no recollection of her at all.
Dad did track them down, his mum had passed away, and his sister is living overseas with three children and several grandchildren. She had never known about my dad and was never told why the marriage had broken down. It must have taken a lot for a woman with a newborn and a toddler to leave a marriage in those days.
We could be on Long Lost Family.
My dad is now very nearly 70, and they way he was brought up has shaped him. He is instantly recognisable as ex-military - they became his family. He is a fantastic dad to me and my sister- he was intensely aware we were his only blood relatives for a long while. He has five grandchildren and would walk over coals for them. He spends time with them, tells them stories, fixes stuff for them. I'm so glad they look like him.
On a more quirky side - one of his hobbies in trawling ebay and toy fairs for toys and books he had a child.
Oh, and when the house he lived in with his gran was for sale- he bought it. I'm sat in the living room right now. After a military life with a move every few years, he came full circle.
Psychologists- make of that what you will!