Birthday Dinn Dinn

Max bought himself a huge dinner on the night of my birthday.  He ignored my requests for Haven to have food all day, and left the house inordinately early around 7:30 in order to avoid Haven and I.  His dinner consisted of 2 full grocery bags filled with takeout from a place he rarely, if ever, patronizes.  I was not nearby when he was eating, but at one point, I went into the living room for some reason, where he was with Haven.  Max quickly grabbed a box and said to Haven, hey Haven, wanna try some of this cake?  Max never gets cake.  He never gets food from that place.  I’m assuming it was food he knows I like or used to like a lot.  He waited until I was in the room to ask Haven if he wanted cake because he knew it was my birthday and I didn’t have cake and that I love cake.  I also noticed the next day that Max had bought a 6 pack of what used to be one of my staple beers, Alaskan Amber in glass bottles.  Max usually buys beer with a weird name or picture on it, not something run-of-the-mill like Alaskan Amber.  He did that shit because it was my birthday and he wanted to make me upset.  Isn’t that weird?  Why did he want to do that?