I broke my guitar

But then I fixed it.  It was dramatic, and I even achieved bleedage.  I am pretty sure that is a word.  

My guitar lashed out at me because I over-tuned it and it hated me for it.  Then I talked to it, and was all, "I'm sorry yet-to-be-named guitar.  I know you feel stretched too thin, and perhaps you also feel like I haven't been listening to you. I will try to be more responsive and respectful of how you feel.  But also, yet-to-be-named guitar, strings are not for hurting.  Please do not whip me anymore and make me bleed out of anger.  Come, let's play some conciliatory Kumbaya."  

We did.  And it was good.  That is all.