My belated father was a (highly) functioning alcoholic. He ran his own very successful business, for many decades until we took it on, he had 5 kids, mum & himself had loads of great friends throughout their busy lives, he was involved in public life in our city, and overall he was a great man & father imho. However he was undoubtedly a chronic alcoholic, and though he did 12 steps & AA and quit for ~20+years , he still broke out regularly in his latter years again.
He used to tell a story against himself, he had a good sense of humour, that encapsulates an alcoholic's level of denial & is one of my favourite of his 'drinking' stories.
One Friday morning he was going out to work after having been out in the rugby club the night before drinking & he was feeling very under the weather. So he decided to call into a pub on the way to work about 10 in the am. He ordered a double vodka & tonic from the landlady who was sweeping the place out, to have a 'hair of the dog'. While there 'enjoying' his drink, he watched an old man come into the pub, and order a pint & a chaser of whiskey. Then he stayed there in the pub long enough to watch this guy order 2 or 3 more pairs of pints & chasers.
When finally my dad went to settle his bill with the landlady, he quietly shared with her that he thought this old man must surely be an alcoholic. According to dad the landlady looked at him like he had two head, and asked him back, what do you think you are? you've been drinking several drinks all this time watching him, and it's not yet 10 in the fuppin morning yet!!! 😀😃 😀
Good luck OP!!
This may be a funny story, but being an alcoholic is certainly no joke, sadly.
Even, my own late father, would have admitted that, God rest him.