I struggle with seafood and alcohol. I can go through the motions and eat it if it's offered to me, but I'm fucking dying inside. If said seafood is fried to shit or covered in sauce to hide the seafood smell then maybe I can enjoy it.
Other than cold crisp beers, I don't get or enjoy alcohol but that hasn't stopped people from giving me shitloads of expensive whiskies and wines as gifts.
My wife and I were honeymooning and we found ourselves in rural Vietnam, and got invited back to this guy's place. He had this massive feijoa and banana plantation, plus these big reservoirs full of eels and other weird water critters. To honour me and the wife, he and his family threw this huge feast and it was just seafood and booze everywhere. I was dying inside but outwardly I just accepted everything they offered with good cheer. My wife, of course, was loving every second of it. I couldn't even give her my food because the women sit seperate from the men.