My AH knows he's alcoholic and he loves it. It's part of his identity. He's Scottish and he tells all kinds of jokes about his drinking. Get this--a couple of years ago he bought HIMSELF, for Christmas, the book "Drinking--A Love Story"--he wrapped it, put it under the tree and then gave it to himself to open, which he did in front of all of us. To which my DS30 asked jokingly, "Well, Dad, do you like the gift?"
His favorite picture on the wall in his office is one that he bought at a consignment shop of an old 18th century illustration of a guy sitting on a stump under a tree, bottle in one hand, pipe in the other, gut sticking out, happy as a clam. That's his aspiration in life.
At least I can't say I wasn't warned...