No one, she was just clinically depressed, thought she could beat it on her own, and had a general practitioner prescribing her drugs (GP's have no business handling cases of depression, and should always refer to a psychiatrist with another referral to a psychologist, but that is another story).
Fast forward a few years, and I run into her, only this time I am married for about one year. She has the nerve to call me late on Christmas Eve (she knew I'd be up going to midnight Mass or at my grandmother's for the seven fishes--I had erased her number, so I had no idea who it was, and let it go to voicemail).
Well, her message was like a roller coaster of how beautiful my wife is, how I am such a great guy, how I deserve the best life has to offer, how she needed to mature, to how she hated me, how I am so manipulative, how she gave up everything for me, to Merry Christmas.