I have a cutlery tray.
My cutlery tray was most definitely a contributor to my divorce.
Not in the way you are thinking though. We didn't disagree that much on if the spoons should be together, or if the spoons and forks could mingle somewhat.
No, no.
When one has a cutlery tray, and a husband who continued to come in from the pub (and other places) drunk and late, very late (every fucking night) they don't take too kindly to being told to put their empty plate and cutlery into the dishwasher, seeing as the whole kitchen had been cleaned and tidied by the time said person rolled in.
When you yank the door open and pull out the tray in a tantrum, the sharp knife may whizz out, do a pirouette move in the air, and then land point down into someones foot.
What happens thereafter is that you may have to go for surgery to reconnect the tendon and then have to spend 6 weeks in a wheelchair. After those 6 weeks you may find out that the tendon did not heal as should, and spend another 6 weeks in a wheelchair after the 2nd surgery.
12 weeks in a wheelchair means you cannot go the pub (and other places) as and when you please.
I still have my dishwasher, the cutlery tray and the knife. He did not want to take it in his 50% split.