Think back to ever significant romantic relationship you've ever been in.
ACT I: You are fallng in love and you think everything they do is "cute." His chronic lateness and razor blade sharp toenails are regarded as adorable.
ACT II: The honeymoon period is over, and everything that you thought was cute and adorable is now mildly irritating, but generally tolerable.
ACT III: You are deeply in love with this person, which also means you have a unique hatred of them. The formerly cute/formerly mildly annoying habits are now viewed as a personal affront. He doesn't do the dishes not because he's lazy and hates doing dishes, he doesn't do the dishes because he doesn't appreciate you.
Act IV is marriage, but somewhere in between Act III and Act IV you start arguing about stupid shit, mainly because you are offended by how differently he feels about something. You can't believe he hates broccoli. How are you in love with someone who won't eat vegetables? How can you be in love with someone who pronounces potato the wrong way? You are consistently on the verge of breaking up with him every five minutes, so this Let's Call the Whole Thing Off Print ($35, Monica Gifford) is more than appropriate.