Whale, he hated the name.
The name given to him by a curse and the witch behind it. A name that belonged to a person he had never been, a fake, a fraud, a ghost… Whale was a womanizer who could easily interact with people, but all those relations had been lies. They had never meant anything. Haunting him as shadows of what something real felt like. Only creating an empty feeling deep inside the doctor's soul.
Whale's ways with women were outrageous and every time Victor thought back to a night spent with one of the long line of women he became infuriated. Regina had made his life consist of him not living, walking around like the zombie people associated with 'his' monster.
Even the fits of rage television loved to show his monster have Whale had inherited. Feeling lost and depressed without knowing why.
Without the doctor's knowledge the only traces left of his previous self.