My wife calls me a "breaker." As in, I break everything I touch. I think I am actually quite careful in most everything I do. But I also have expectations. If there is a hair-clip on the counter I expect that I can open and close it three times in succession without the plastic snapping in half. If there is a refrigerator magnet, I expect that the ornamental portion will not come unglued the first time I try to pull the magnet from the metal surface. And I did not feel like it was my fault when I ripped my pillow case in half when I tried to put it on a new pillow my wife bought me. (Plus, I sleep with the half-covered pillow with dangling frayed threads and all.)
We live in a cheap, cheap world. That is all. My expectations are not unreasonable.
Besides, my wife is a "bender." If you have a picture you like then don't let her hold it. A mint condition baseball card or a freshly printed resume? Keep them out of her hands. I describe to her that it is a bad method to hold a thing on two fingers and then clamp your thumb down between those fingers: you bend and crease things everytime. She doesn't care. That's how she holds things, she says.
Just something to be aware of.